the hunchback of notre dame-第74部分
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ntervals he tore out handfuls of his hair to see whether it were not turning white。
Among other moments there came one； when it occurred to him that it was perhaps the very minute when the hideous chain which he had seen that morning； was pressing its iron noose closer about that frail and graceful neck。 This thought caused the perspiration to start from every pore。
There was another moment when； while laughing diabolically at himself； he represented to himself la Esmeralda as he had seen her on that first day； lively； careless； joyous； gayly attired； dancing； winged； harmonious； and la Esmeralda of the last day； in her scanty shift； with a rope about her neck； mounting slowly with her bare feet； the angular ladder of the gallows； he figured to himself this double picture in such a manner 。that he gave vent to a terrible cry。
While this hurricane of despair overturned； broke； tore up； bent； uprooted everything in his soul； he gazed at nature around him。 At his feet； some chickens were searching the thickets and pecking； enamelled beetles ran about in the sun； overhead； some groups of dappled gray clouds were floating across the blue sky； on the horizon； the spire of the Abbey Saint…Victor pierced the ridge of the hill with its slate obelisk； and the miller of the Copeaue hillock was whistling as he watched the laborious wings of his mill turning。 All this active； organized； tranquil life； recurring around him under a thousand forms； hurt him。 He resumed his flight。
He sped thus across the fields until evening。 This flight
from nature； life； himself； man； God； everything； lasted all day long。 Sometimes he flung himself face downward on the； earth； and tore up the young blades of wheat with his nails。 Sometimes he halted in the deserted street of a village； and his thoughts were so intolerable that he grasped his head in both hands and tried to tear it from his shoulders in order to dash it upon the pavement。
Towards the hour of sunset； he examined himself again； and found himself nearly mad。 The tempest which had raged within him ever since the instant when he had lost the hope and the will to save the gypsy；that tempest had not left in his conscience a single healthy idea； a single thought which maintained its upright position。 His reason lay there almost entirely destroyed。 There remained but two distinct images in his mind； la Esmeralda and the gallows； all the rest was blank。 Those two images united； presented to him a frightful group； and the more he concentrated what attention and thought was left to him； the more he beheld them grow； in accordance with a fantastic progression； the one in grace； in charm； in beauty； in light； the other in deformity and horror； so that at last la Esmeralda appeared to him like a star； the gibbet like an enormous； fleshless arm。
One remarkable fact is； that during the whole of this torture； the idea of dying did not seriously occur to him。 The wretch was made so。 He clung to life。 Perhaps he really saw hell beyond it。
Meanwhile； the day continued to decline。 The living being which still existed in him reflected vaguely on retracing its steps。 He believed himself to be far away from Paris； on taking his bearings； he perceived that he had only circled the enclosure of the University。 The spire of Saint…Sulpice； and the three lofty needles of Saint Germain…des…Prés； rose above the horizon on his right。 He turned his steps in that direction。 When he heard the brisk challenge of the men…at…arms of the abbey； around the crenelated； circumscribing wall of Saint…Germain； he turned aside； took a path which presented itself between the abbey and the lazar…house of the bourg； and at the expiration of a few minutes found himself on the verge of the Pré…aux…Clercs。 This meadow was celebrated by reason of the brawls which went on there night and day； it was the hydra of the poor monks of Saint…Germain： ~quod mouachis Sancti…Germaini pratensis hydra fuit； clericis nova semper dissidiorum capita suscitantibus~。 The archdeacon was afraid of meeting some one there； he feared every human countenance； he had just avoided the University and the Bourg Saint…Germain； he wished to re…enter the streets as late as possible。 He skirted the Pré…aux…Clercs； took the deserted path which separated it from the Dieu…Neuf； and at last reached the water's edge。 There Dom Claude found a boatman； who； for a few farthings in Parisian coinage； rowed him up the Seine as far as the point of the city； and landed him on that tongue of abandoned land where the reader has already beheld Gringoire dreaming； and which was prolonged beyond the king's gardens； parallel to the Ile du Passeur…aux…Vaches。
The monotonous rocking of the boat and the ripple of the water had； in some sort； quieted the unhappy Claude。 When the boatman had taken his departure； he remained standing stupidly on the strand； staring straight before him and perceiving objects only through magnifying oscillations which rendered everything a sort of phantasmagoria to him。 The fatigue of a great grief not infrequently produces this effect on the mind。
The sun had set behind the lofty Tour…de…Nesle。 It was the twilight hour。 The sky was white； the water of the river was white。 Between these two white expanses； the left bank of the Seine； on which his eyes were fixed； projected its gloomy mass and； rendered ever thinner and thinner by perspective； it plunged into the gloom of the horizon like a black spire。 It was loaded with houses； of which only the obscure outline could be distinguished； sharply brought out in shadows against the light background of the sky and the water。 Here and there windows began to gleam； like the holes in a brazier。 That immense black obelisk thus isolated between the two white expanses of the sky and the river； which was very broad at this point； produced upon Dom Claude a singular effect； comparable to that which would be experienced by a man who； reclining on his back at the foot of the tower of Strasburg； should gaze at the enormous spire plunging into the shadows of the twilight above his head。 Only； in this case； it was Claude who was erect and the obelisk which was lying down； but； as the river； reflecting the sky； prolonged the abyss below him； the immense promontory seemed to be as boldly launched into space as any cathedral spire； and the impression was the same。 This impression had even one stronger and more profound point about it； that it was indeed the tower of Strasbourg； but the tower of Strasbourg two leagues in height； something unheard of； gigantic； immeasurable； an edifice such as no human eye has ever seen； a tower of Babel。 The chimneys of the houses； the battlements of the walls； the faceted gables of the roofs； the spire of the Augustines； the tower of Nesle； all these projections which broke the profile of the colossal obelisk added to the illusion by displaying in eccentric fashion to the eye the indentations of a luxuriant and fantastic sculpture。
Claude； in the state of hallucination in which he found himself； believed that he saw； that he saw with his actual eyes； the bell tower of hell； the thousand lights scattered over the whole height of the terrible tower seemed to him so many porches of the immense interior furnace； the voices and noises which escaped from it seemed so many shrieks； so many death groans。 Then he became alarmed； he put his hands on his ears that he might no longer hear； turned his back that he might no longer see； and fled from the frightful vision with hasty strides。
But the vision was in himself。
When he re…entered the streets； the passers…by elbowing each other by the light of the shop…fronts； produced upon him the effect of a constant going and coming of spectres about him。 There were strange noises in his ears； extraordinary fancies disturbed his brain。 He saw neither houses； nor pavements； nor chariots； nor men and women； but a chaos of indeterminate objects whose edges melted into each other。 At the corner of the Rue de la Barillerie； there was a grocer's shop whose porch was garnished all about； according to immemorial custom； with hoops of tin from which hung a circle of wooden candles； which came in contact with each other in the wind； and rattled like castanets。 He thought he heard a cluster of skeletons at Montfau？on clashing together in the gloom。
〃Oh！〃 he muttered； 〃the night breeze dashes them against each other； and mingles the noise of their chains with the rattle of their bones！ Perhaps she is there among them！〃
In his state of frenzy； he knew not whither he was going。 After a few strides he found himself on the Pont Saint… Michel。 There was a light in the window of a ground…floor room； he approached。 Through a cracked window he beheld a mean chamber which recalled some confused memory to his mind。 In that room； badly lighted by a meagre lamp； there was a fresh； light…haired young man； with a merry face； who amid loud bursts of laughter was embracing a very audaciously attired young girl； and near the lamp sat an old crone spinning and singing in a quavering voice。 As the young man did not laugh constantly； fragments of the old woman's ditty reached the priest； it was something unintelligible yet frightful；
〃~Grève； aboie； Grève； grouille！ File； file； ma quenouille； File sa corde au bourreau； Qui siffle dans le pre（au； Grève； aboie； Grève； grouille~！
〃~La belle corde de chanvre！ Semez d'Issy jusqu'á Vanvre Du chanvre et non pas du ble（。 Le voleur n'a pas vole（ La belle corde de chanvre~。
〃~Grève； grouille； Grève； aboie！ Pour voir la fille de joie； Prendre au gibet chassieux； Les fenêtres sont des yeux。 Grève； grouille； Grève； aboie！〃*
* Bark； Grève； grumble； Grève！ Spin； spin； my distaff； spin her rope for the hangman； who is whistling in the meadow。 What a beautiful hempen rope！ Sow hemp； not wheat； from Issy to Vanvre。 The thief hath not stolen the beautiful hempen rope。 Grumble； Grève； bark； Grève！ To see the dissolute wench hang on the blear…eyed gibbet； windows are eyes。
Thereupon the young man laughed and caressed the wench。 The crone was la
