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the three taverns(三家酒店)-第11章

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are they to praise their father for his insight if we die? Do you hear them? 

Do you hear them overhead  the children  singing? Do you hear them? 

Do you hear the children?〃 

       〃Damn the children!〃 

       〃Why? What have THEY done? 。 。 。 Well; then;  do it。 。 。 。 Do it now; 

and have it over。〃 

     〃Oh; you devil! 。 。 。 Oh; you。 。 。 。〃 

       〃No; I'm not a devil; I'm a prophet  One who sees the end already of 

so much that one end more Would have now the small importance of one 

other small illusion; Which in turn would have a welcome where the rest 

have   gone   before。   But   if   I   were   you;   my   fancy   would   look   on   a   little 

farther For the glimpse of a release that may be somewhere still in sight。 

Furthermore;   you   must   remember   those   two   hundred   invitations   For   the 

dancing after dinner。 We shall have to shine tonight。 We shall dance; and 

be as happy as a pair of merry spectres; On the grave of all the lies that we 

shall never have to tell; We shall dance among the ruins of the tomb of our 

endurance; And I have not a doubt that we shall do it very well。 There!  

I'm glad you've put it back; for I don't like it。 Shut the drawer now。 No  

no  don't cancel anything。 I'll dance until I drop。 I can't walk yet; but I'm 



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going to。 。 。 。 Go away somewhere; and leave me。 。 。 。 Oh; you children! 

Oh; you children! 。 。 。 God; will they never stop!〃 



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                             Tasker Norcross 



     〃Whether   all   towns   and   all   who   live   in   them      So   long   as   they   be 

somewhere   in   this   world   That   we   in   our   complacency   call   ours      Are 

more or less the same; I leave to you。 I should say less。 Whether or not; 

meanwhile; We've all two legs  and as for that; we haven't  There were 

three   kinds   of   men   where   I   was   born:   The   good;   the   not   so   good;   and 

Tasker Norcross。 Now there are two kinds。〃 

       〃Meaning; as I divine; Your friend is dead;〃 I ventured。 

       Ferguson; Who talked himself at last out of the world He censured; 

and is therefore silent now; Agreed indifferently: 〃My friends are dead  

Or most of them。〃 

       〃Remember one that isn't;〃 I said; protesting。 〃Honor him for his ears; 

Treasure him also for his understanding。〃 Ferguson sighed; and then talked 

on again: 〃You have an overgrown alacrity For saying nothing much and 

hearing less; And I've a thankless wonder; at the start; How much it is to 

you that I shall tell What I have now to say of Tasker Norcross; And how 

much to the air that is around you。 But given a patience that is not averse 

To the slow tragedies of haunted men  Horrors; in fact; if you've a skilful 

eye To know them at their firesides; or out walking; 〃 

     〃Horrors;〃 I said; 〃are my necessity; And I would have them; for their 

best effect; Always out walking。〃 

       Ferguson frowned at me: 〃The wisest of us are not those who laugh 

Before   they   know。   Most   of   us   never   know      Or   the   long   toil   of   our 

mortality  Would   not   be   done。   Most   of   us   never   know    And   there   you 

have a reason to believe In God; if you may have no other。 Norcross; Or so 

I   gather   of   his   infirmity;   Was   given   to   know   more   than   he   should   have 

known; And only God knows why。 See for yourself An old house full of 

ghosts of ancestors; Who did their best; or worst; and having done it; Died 

honorably; and   each with   a distinction That   hardly  would have been   for 

him that had it; Had honor failed him wholly as a friend。 Honor that is a 

friend begets a friend。 Whether or not we love him; still we have him; And 

we   must   live   somehow   by   what   we   have;   Or   then   we   die。   If   you   say 



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chemistry;   Then   you   must   have   your   molecules   in   motion; And   in   their 

right   abundance。   Failing   either;   You   have   not   long   to   dance。   Failing   a 

friend; A genius; or a madness; or a faith Larger than desperation; you are 

here For as much longer than you like as may be。 Imagining now; by way 

of   an   example;   Myself   a   more   or   less   remembered   phantom    Again;   I 

should say less  how many times A day should I come back to you? No 

answer。   Forgive   me   when   I   seem   a   little   careless;   But   we   must   have 

examples;   or   be   lucid   Without   them;   and   I   question   your   adherence   To 

such an undramatic narrative As this of mine; without the personal hook。〃 

     〃A time is given in Ecclesiastes For divers works;〃 I told him。 〃Is there 

one For saying nothing in   return for  nothing? If  not; there  should be。〃   I 

could   feel   his   eyes; And   they   were   like   two   cold   inquiring   points   Of   a 

sharp metal。 When I looked again; To see them shine; the cold that I had 

felt Was   gone to   make   way for   a smouldering   Of lonely fire   that I;   as   I 

knew then; Could never quench with kindness or with lies。 I should have 

done     whatever      there   was    to   do   For   Ferguson;      yet   I  could   not   have 

mourned   In   honesty   for   once   around   the   clock   The   loss   of   him;   for   my 

sake   or   for   his; Try  as   I   might;   nor   would   his  ghost   approve;   Had   I   the 

power   and   the unthinking   will To   make   him  tread   again   without   an   aim 

The road that was behind him  and without The faith; or friend; or genius; 

or the madness That he contended was imperative。 

     After   a   silence   that   had   been   too   long;   〃It   may   be   quite   as   well   we 

don't;〃 he said; 〃As well; I mean; that we don't always say it。 You know 

best what I mean; and I suppose You might have said it better。 What was 

that? Incorrigible? Am I incorrigible? Well; it's a word; and a word has its 

use; Or; like a man; it will soon have a grave。 It's a good word enough。 

Incorrigible;      May   be;    for   all  I  know;    the  word     for  Norcross。     See    for 

yourself   that     house   of   his   again   That    he   called   home:   An     old   house; 

painted white; Square as a box; and chillier than a tomb To look at or to 

live in。 There were trees  Too many of them; if such a thing may be  

Before it and around it。 Down in front There was a road; a railroad; and a 

river;   Then   there   were   hills   behind   it;   and   more   trees。   The   thing   would 

fairly   stare    at  you   through     trees;   Like   a  pale   inmate     out   of  a  bar
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