-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。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——沒有祝愿康復的卡片，沒有私藏的食物，沒有放了一些時日的鮮花，也沒有拖鞋，沒有病房里經(jīng)常看到的東西。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)在幾點了”他問道。“3點。”“凌晨還是下午”“下午。”他沉默不語。他想知道的只有這些。“您感覺怎樣”我問。“你是誰”他問。“醫(yī)生。您感覺怎樣”他沒有馬上回答。“感覺”他說。“我希望您感覺好些了。”我說。我按了一下病床邊上的按鈕。“您躺下來。”我說。“是的，躺下來。”他說。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光嗎他在夢回擁有雙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。“我還能為您做點什么”他沉默了很長時間。“是的，”終于他一本正經(jīng)地說：“你給我拿雙鞋過來吧。”走廊里，護士長正等著我。“我們對他不能束手無策。”她說，“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。”“砸盤子”“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