屠场The Jungle 英文版 第4章

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屠场/The Jungle

1906年出版

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作者简介：

厄普顿辛克莱（1878-1968）出身于马里兰州巴尔的摩一个没落贵族家庭。父亲是白酒商人，嗜酒成性，并最终醉酒而死。在辛克莱十岁的时候，他们全家搬到了纽约。父亲白天靠卖帽子为生，晚上则混在酒吧里。辛克莱后来写道：“……自打有记忆以来，我的生活就一直像一个命运不断转变的灰姑娘；今天晚上睡在寄宿公寓里一张爬满虱子、跳蚤的沙发上，明天晚上就可能身处豪宅，躺在大床上，身上盖着丝绸被单。这种起伏不定的生活状况缘于父亲不稳定的收入……”十五岁，他开始为一些通俗出版物写文章，并以此供自己读大学。后来，辛克莱为一份社会主义宣传周刊《呼唤理性》写稿，在此期间编辑鼓励他以“工资奴隶制”为主题写本书。为此，厄普顿·辛克莱特意到芝加哥屠场去体验生活，在那里一呆就是七个星期。在屠场，他亲眼目睹了肉食生产的各个工序，见证了工资奴隶们的悲惨生活际遇，并于1906年写成了《屠场》。

作品简介：

“我本来想打动公众的心，却不料击中了他们的胃。”

《屠场》名扬世界的原因却有点出奇制胜：它极尽所能地揭露了食品安全问题。

当年，西奥多•罗斯福总统边吃早饭边看这本书，看着看着就吃不下去了，他愤怒地吐了嘴里的东西，抓起香肠丢出了窗外。书中对于食品安全问题令人作呕的描写带来的冲击力让他把精力全都放到休戚相关的“吃”上去了，美国人民也不例外，他们或多或少忽略了书中对于工人阶层生存处境艰难的描述，也目光聚焦在了“吃”上。因为“吃”，这书震惊了全美，人们大概是第一次产生了对食品加工厂的全民性愤怒。而后，他们制订了影响极为深远的食品卫生检查法。

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Promptly at seven the next morning Jurgis reported for work. He came to the door that had been pointed out to him, and there he waited for nearly two hours. The boss had meant for him to enter, but had not said this, and so it was only when on his way out to hire another man that he came upon Jurgis. He gave him a good cursing, but as Jurgis did not understand a word of it he did not object. He followed the boss, who showed him where to put his street clothes, and waited while he donned the working clothes he had bought in a secondhand shop and brought with him in a bundle; then he led him to the “killing beds.” The work which Jurgis was to do here was very simple, and it took him but a few minutes to learn it. He was provided with a stiff besom, such as is used by street sweepers, and it was his place to follow down the line the man who drew out the smoking entrails from the carcass of the steer; this mass was to be swept into a trap, which was then closed, so that no one might slip into it. As Jurgis came in, the first cattle of the morning were just making their appearance; and so, with scarcely time to look about him, and none to speak to any one, he fell to work. It was a sweltering day in July, and the place ran with steaming hot blood—one waded in it on the floor. The stench was almost overpowering, but to Jurgis it was nothing. His whole soul was dancing with joy—he was at work at last! He was at work and earning money! All day long he was figuring to himself. He was paid the fabulous sum of seventeen and a half cents an hour; and as it proved a rush day and he worked until nearly seven o'clock in the evening, he went home to the family with the tidings that he had earned more than a dollar and a half in a single day!