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-CAL-FENGHAI.-(YICAI)-CompanyOne1-CAL-FENGHAI.-(YICAI)-CompanyOne1Unit8TheDiscusThrower課文翻譯綜合教程四PAGEUnit8TheDiscusThrowerRichardSelzer1 Ispyonmypatients.OughtnotadoctortoobservehispatientsbyanymeansandfromanystancethathemighttakeforthemorefullyassembleevidenceSoIstandinthedoorwaysofhospitalroomsandgaze.Oh,itisnotallthatfurtiveanact.Thoseinbedneedonlylookuptodiscoverme.Buttheyneverdo.2 FromthedoorwayofRoom542themaninthebedseemsdeeplytanned.Blueeyesandclose-croppedwhitehairgivehimtheappearanceofvigorandgoodhealth.ButIknowthathisskinisnotbrownfromthesun.Itisrusted,rather,inthelaststageofcontainingthevilereposewithin.Andtheblueeyesarefrosted,lookinginwardlikethewindowsofasnowboundcottage.Thismanisblind.Thismanisalsolegless―therightlegmissingfrommidthighdown,theleftfromjustbelowtheknee.Itgiveshimthelookofabonsai,rootsandbranchesprunedintothedwarfedfacsimileofagreattree.3 Proppedonpillows,hecupshisrightthighinbothhands.Nowandthenheshakeshisheadasthoughacknowledgingtheintensityofhissuffering.Inallofthishemakesnosound.Ishemuteaswellasblind4Theroominwhichhedwellsisemptyofallpossessions―noget-wellcards,small,privatecachesoffood,day-oldflowers,slippers,alltheusualkickshawsofthesickroom.Thereisonlythebed,achair,anightstand,andatrayonwheelsthatcanbeswungacrosshislapformeals.5“Whattimeisit”heasks.“Threeo’clock.”“Morningorafternoon”“Afternoon.”Heissilent.Thereisnothingelsehewantstoknow.“Howareyou”Isay.“Whoareyou”heasks.“It’sthedoctor.Howdoyoufeel”Hedoesnotanswerrightaway.“Feel”hesays.“Ihopeyoufeelbetter,”Isay.Ipressthebuttonatthesideofthebed.“Downyougo,”Isay.“Yes,down,”hesays.6Hefallsbackuponthebedawkwardly.Hisstumps,unweightedbylegsandfeet,riseintheair,presentingthemselves.Iunwrapthebandagesfromthestumps,andbegintocutawaytheblackscabsandthedead,glazedfatwithscissorsandforceps.Ashardofwhitebonecomesloose.Ipickitaway.Iwashthewoundswithdisinfectantandredressthestumps.Allthiswhile,hedoesnotspeak.WhatishethinkingbehindthoselidsthatdonotblinkIsherememberingatimewhenhewaswholeDoeshedreamoffeetOrwhenhisbodywasnotarottinglog7Heliessolidandinert.Inspiteofeverything,heremainsimpressive,asthoughhewereasailorstandingathwartaslantingdeck.“AnythingmoreIcandoforyou”Iask.Foralongmomentheissilent.“Yes,”hesaysatlastandwithouttheleastirony.“Youcanbringmeapairofshoes.”Inthecorridor,theheadnurseiswaitingforme.“Wehavetodosomethingabouthim,”shesays.“Everymorningheordersscrambledeggsforbreakfast,and,insteadofeatingthem,hepicksuptheplateandthrowsitagainstthewall.”“Throwshisplate”“Nasty.That’swhatheis.Nowonderhisfamilydoesn’tcometovisit.Theyprobablycan’tstandhimanymorethanwecan.”Sheiswaitingformetodosomething.“Well”“We’llsee,”Isay.8ThenextmorningIamwaitinginthecorridorwhenthekitchendelivershisbreakfast.Iwatchtheaideplacethetrayonthestandandswingitacrosshislap.Shepressesthebuttontoraisetheheadofthebed.Thensheleaves.9Intimethemanreachestofindtherimofthetray,thenontofindthedomeofthecovereddish.Heliftsoffthecoverandplacesitonthestand.Hefingersacrosstheplateuntilheprobestheeggs.Heliftstheplateinbothhands,setsitonthepalmofhisrighthand,centersit,balancesit.Heheftsitupanddownslightly,gettingthefeelonit.Abruptly,hedrawsbackhisrightarmasfarashecan.10Thereisthecrackoftheplatebreakingagainstthewallatthefootofhisbedandthesmallwetsoundofthescrambledeggsdroppingtothefloor.11Andthenhelaughs.Itisasoundyouhaveneverheard.Itissomethingnewunderthesun.Itcouldcurecancer.Outinthecorridor,theeyesoftheheadnursenarrow.“Laughed,didhe”Shewritessomethingdownonherclipboard.12Asecondaidearrives,bringsasecondbreakfasttray,putsitonthenightstand,outofhisreach.Shelooksoveratmeshakingherheadandmakinghermouthgo.Iseethatwearetobeaccomplices.13“I’vegottofeedyou,”shesaystotheman.“Oh,no,youdon’t,”themansays.“Oh,yes,Ido,”theaidesays,“afterthewayyoujustdid.Nursesaysso.”“Getmemyshoes,”themansays.“Here’stheoatmeal,”theaidesays.“Open.”Andshetouchesthespoontohislowerlip.“Iorderedscrambledeggs,”saystheman.“That’sright,”theaidesays.Istepforward.“IsthereanythingIcando”Isay.“Whoareyou”themanasks.14IntheeveningIgooncemoretothatwardtomakemyrounds.TheheadnursereportstomethatRoom542isdeceased.Shehasdiscoveredthisbyaccident,shesays.No,therehadbeennosound.Nothing.It’sablessing,shesays.15Igointohisroom,aspylookingforsecrets.Heisstillthereinhisbed.Hisfaceisrelaxed,grave,dignified.Afterawhile,Iturntoleave.Mygazesweepsthewallatthefootofthebed,andIseetheplacewhereithasbeenrepeatedlywashed,wherethewalllooksverycleanandwhite.擲鐵餅者理查德·塞爾澤1我窺探我的病人。為了更加全面地搜集例證，難道醫(yī)生不應(yīng)該用任何方法、從任何位置觀察病人嗎于是我站在醫(yī)院病房門口凝望。哦，這算不上太鬼鬼祟祟的勾當(dāng)。那些躺在床上的人只需抬頭就可以發(fā)現(xiàn)我。但他們從不抬頭。2從542病房門口可以看到，躺在床上的男子膚色很深。藍(lán)色的眼睛和剪得很短的白發(fā)給人富有活力、健康良好的印象。但我知道，他的褐色皮膚并不是曬太陽的緣故，而是機(jī)體生銹衰退、體內(nèi)糜爛污物沉積、病入膏肓的表現(xiàn)。他的藍(lán)眼睛霧蒙蒙的，看上去像被白雪覆蓋的鄉(xiāng)間小屋的窗戶。他是個盲人。而且他失去了雙腿——右腿是大腿中間以下缺失，左腿是膝蓋以下。這讓他看上去像一個盆景，仿佛樹根和樹枝都被修剪掉的微縮版的大樹。3依靠枕頭的支撐，他用雙手環(huán)抱著右大腿。他不時(shí)晃動腦袋來訴說他承受的巨大痛苦。但他始終一聲不吭。他看不見了，難道也啞了4他住的房間空空蕩蕩——沒有祝愿康復(fù)的卡片，沒有私藏的食物，沒有放了一些時(shí)日的鮮花，也沒有拖鞋，沒有病房里經(jīng)?？吹降臇|西。只有病床、椅子、床頭柜和一個帶輪子的可以轉(zhuǎn)到面前用來吃飯的托板。5“現(xiàn)在幾點(diǎn)了”他問道?！?點(diǎn)。”“凌晨還是下午”“下午?！彼聊徽Z。他想知道的只有這些?！澳杏X怎樣”我問?！澳闶钦l”他問?！搬t(yī)生。您感覺怎樣”他沒有馬上回答。“感覺”他說?！拔蚁Ｍ杏X好些了?！蔽艺f。我按了一下病床邊上的按鈕?！澳上聛怼！蔽艺f。“是的，躺下來?！彼f。6他笨拙地倒回到病床上。他的殘肢失去了雙腿與雙腳的支撐，抬起在空中，暴露無遺。我把殘肢上的繃帶解開，開始用剪刀和鑷子把黑色的硬皮和壞死凝滯的脂肪剪掉。一段白色骨片即將脫落，我把它去除掉。我用消毒液清洗傷口，將殘肢重新包扎起來。整個過程他默不作聲。在那眨也不眨的眼皮后面，他在想什么呢他在回憶四肢健全的時(shí)光嗎他在夢回?fù)碛须p足的往昔嗎或是回想他的身體不是現(xiàn)在這樣一截日益凋朽的殘干的過去嗎7他僵直地躺著。盡管如此，他仍然令人印象深刻，如同一名斜立在傾側(cè)甲板上的水手?！拔疫€能為您做點(diǎn)什么”他沉默了很長時(shí)間。“是的，”終于他一本正經(jīng)地說：“你給我拿雙鞋過來吧。”走廊里，護(hù)士長正等著我?！拔覀儗λ荒苁譄o策?！彼f，“每天早飯他都要求吃炒蛋，但是，他從來不吃，拿起盤子就砸在墻上?！薄霸冶P子”“真討厭。他就是這種人。難怪家里人不來看他。也許就像我們受不了他一