奥兰多orlando (英文版)作者:弗吉尼亚·伍尔芙-第20部分
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ly served to print patterns of fig–leaves upon her light burnous。
Suddenly a shadow; though there was nothing to cast a shadow; appeared on the bald mountain–side opposite。 It deepened quickly and soon a green hollow showed where there had been barren rock before。 As she looked; the hollow deepened and widened; and a great park–like space opened in the flank of the hill。 Within; she could see an undulating and grassy lawn; she could see oak trees dotted here and there; she could see the thrushes hopping among the branches。 She could see the deer stepping delicately from shade to shade; and could even hear the hum of insects and the gentle sighs and shivers of a summer’s day in England。 After she had gazed entranced for some time; snow began falling; soon the whole landscape was covered and marked with violet shades instead of yellow sunlight。 Now she saw heavy carts ing along the roads; laden with tree trunks; which they were taking; she knew; to be sawn for firewood; and then appeared the roofs and belfries and towers and courtyards of her own home。 The snow was falling steadily; and she could now hear the slither and flop which it made as it slid down the roof and fell to the ground。 The smoke went up from a thousand chimneys。 All was so clear and minute that she could see a Daw pecking for worms in the snow。 Then; gradually; the violet shadows deepened and closed over the carts and the lawns and the great house itself。 All was swallowed up。 Now there was nothing left of the grassy hollow; and instead of the green lawns was only the blazing hill–side which a thousand vultures seemed to have picked bare。 At this; she burst into a passion of tears; and striding back to the gipsies’ camp; told them that she must sail for England the very next day。
It was happy for her that she did so。 Already the young men had plotted her death。 Honour; they said; demanded it; for she did not think as they did。 Yet they would have been sorry to cut her throat; and weled the news of her departure。 An English merchant ship; as luck would have it; was already under sail in the harbour about to return to England; and Orlando; by breaking off another pearl from her necklace; not only paid her passage but had some banknotes left over in her wallet。 These she would have liked to present to the gipsies。 But they despised wealth she knew; and she had to content herself with embraces; which on her part were sincere。
CHAPTER 4。
With some of the guineas left from the sale of the tenth pearl on her string; Orlando bought herself a plete outfit of such clothes as women then wore; and it was in the dress of a young Englishwoman of rank that she now sat on the deck of the “Enamoured Lady”。 It is a strange fact; but a true one; that up to this moment she had scarcely given her sex a thought。 Perhaps the Turkish trousers which she had hitherto worn had done something to distract her thoughts; and the gipsy women; except in one or two important particulars; differ very little from the gipsy men。 At any rate; it was not until she felt the coil of skirts about her legs and the Captain offered; with the greatest politeness; to have an awning spread for her on deck; that she realized with a start the penalties and the privileges of her position。 But that start was not of the kind that might have been expected。
It was not caused; that is to say; simply and solely by the thought of her chastity and how she could preserve it。 In normal circumstances a lovely young woman alone would have thought of nothing else; the whole edifice of female government is based on that foundation stone; chastity is their jewel; their centrepiece; which they run mad to protect; and die when ravished of。 But if one has been a man for thirty years or so; and an Ambassador into the bargain; if one has held a Queen in one’s arms and one or two other ladies; if report be true; of less exalted rank; if one has married a Rosina Pepita; and so on; one does not perhaps give such a very great start about that。 Orlando’s start was of a very plicated kind; and not to be summed up in a trice。 Nobody; indeed; ever accused her of being one of those quick wits who run to the end of things in a minute。 It took her the entire length of the voyage to moralize out the meaning of her start; and so; at her own pace; we will follow her。
‘Lord;’ she thought; when she had recovered from her start; stretching herself out at length under her awning; ‘this is a pleasant; lazy way of life; to be sure。 But;’ she thought; giving her legs a kick; ‘these skirts are plaguey things to have about one’s heels。 Yet the stuff (flowered paduasoy) is the loveliest in the world。 Never have I seen my own skin (here she laid her hand on her knee) look to such advantage as now。 Could I; however; leap overboard and swim in clothes like these? No! Therefore; I should have to trust to the protection of a blue–jacket。 Do I object to that? Now do I?’ she wondered; here encountering the first knot in the smooth skein of her argument。
Dinner came before she had untied it; and then it was the Captain himself—Captain Nicholas Benedict Bartolus; a sea–captain of distinguished aspect; who did it for her as he helped her to a slice of corned beef。
‘A little of the fat; Ma’m?’ he asked。 ‘Let me cut you just the tiniest little slice the size of your fingernail。’ At those words a delicious tremor ran through her frame。 Birds sang; the torrents rushed。 It recalled the feeling of indescribable pleasure with which she had first seen Sasha; hundreds of years ago。 Then she had pursued; now she fled。 Which is the greater ecstasy? The man’s or the woman’s? And are they not perhaps the same? No; she thought; this is the most delicious (thanking the Captain but refusing); to refuse; and see him frown。 Well; she would; if he wished it; have the very thinnest; smallest shiver in the world。 This was the most delicious of all; to yield and see him smile。 ‘For nothing;’ she thought; regaining her couch on deck; and continuing the argument; ‘is more heavenly than to resist and to yield; to yield and to resist。 Surely it throws the spirit into such a rapture as nothing else can。 So that I’m not sure’; she continued; ‘that I won’t throw myself overboard; for the mere pleasure of being rescued by a blue–jacket after all。’
(It must be remembered that she was like a child entering into possession of a pleasaunce or toy cupboard; her arguments would not mend themselves to mature women; who have had the run of it all their lives。)
‘But what used we young fellows in the cockpit of the “Marie Rose” to say about a woman who threw herself overboard for the pleasure of being rescued by a blue–jacket?’ she said。 ‘We had a word for them。 Ah! I have it。。。’ (But we must omit that word; it was disrespectful in the extreme and passing strange on a lady’s lips。) ‘Lord! Lord! she cried again at the conclusion of her thoughts; ‘must I then begin to respect the opinion of the other sex; however monstrous I think it? If I wear skirts; if I can’t swim; if I have to be rescued by a blue–jacket; by God!’ she cried; ‘I must!’ Upon which a gloom fell over her。 Candid by nature; and averse to all kinds of equivocation; to tell lies bored her。 It seemed to her a roundabout way of going to work。 Yet; she reflected; the flowered paduasoy—the pleasure of being rescued by a blue–jacket—if these were only to be obtained by roundabout ways; roundabout one must go; she supposed。 She remembered how; as a young man; she had insisted that women must be obedient; chaste; scented; and exquisitely apparelled。 ‘Now I shall have to pay in my own person for those desires;’ she reflected; ‘for women are not (judging by my own short experience of the sex) obedient; chaste; scented; and exquisitely apparelled by nature。 They can only attain these graces; without which they may enjoy none of the delights of life; by the most tedious discipline。 There’s the hairdressing;’ she thought; ‘that alone will take an hour of my morning; there’s looking in the looking–glass; another hour; there’s staying and lacing; there’s washing and powdering; there’s changing from silk to lace and from lace to paduasoy; there’s being chaste year in year out。。。’ Here she tossed her foot impatiently; and showed an inch or two of calf。 A sailor on the mast; who happened to look down at the moment; started so violently that he missed his footing and only saved himself by the skin of his teeth。 ‘If the sight of my ankles means death to an honest fellow who; no doubt; has a wife and family to support; I must; in all humanity; keep them covered;’ Orlando thought。 Yet her legs were among her chiefest beauties。 And she fell to thinking what an odd pass we have e to when all a woman’s beauty has to be kept covered lest a sailor may fall from a mast–head。 ‘A pox on them!’ she said; realizing for the first time what; in other circumstances; she would have been taught as a child; that is to say; the sacred responsibilities of womanhood。
@’And that’s the last oath I shall ever be able to swear;’ she thought; ‘once I set foot on English soil。 And I shall never be able to crack a man over the head; or tell him he lies in his teeth; or draw my sword and run him through the body; or sit among my peers; or wear a coro; or walk in procession; or sentence a man to death; or lead an army; or prance down Whitehall on a charger; or wear seventy–two different medals on my breast。 All I can do; once I set foot on English soil; is to pour out tea and ask my lords how they like it。 D’you take sugar? D’you take cream?’ And mincing out the words; she was horrified to perceive how low an opinion she was forming of the other sex; the manly; to which it had once been her pride to belong—’To fall from a mast–head’; she thought; ‘because you see a woman’s ankles; to dress up like a Guy Fawkes and parade the streets; so that women may praise you; to deny a woman teaching lest she may laugh at you; to be the slave of the frailest chit in petticoats。 and yet to go about as if you were the Lords of creation。—Heavens!’ she thought; ‘what fools they make of us—what fools we are!’ And here it would seem from some ambiguity in her terms that she was censuring b