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《阿拉比》是詹姆斯·乔伊斯集《都柏林人》

中一篇反映少年心理变化的短篇。讲述了一

个都柏林少年对同伴的姐姐产生了朦胧的爱情，在经

过漫长而又焦急的等待之后，最终爱情幻想以破灭而

告终。

[爱尔兰]　詹姆斯·乔伊斯（jamesjoyce）

everymorningiyonhefloorinhefronparlorwaching

herdoorheblindwaspulleddownowihinaninchofhesash

sohaicouldnobeseenwhenshecameouonhedoorsep

myhearleapediranohehall，seizedmybooksandfollowed

herikepherbrownfigurealwaysinmyeyeand，whenwe

camenearhepoinawhichourwaysdiverged，iquickenedmy

paceandpassedherhishappenedmorningafermorningihad

neverspokenoher，excepforafewcasualwords，andyeher

namewaslikeasummonsoallmyfoolishblood

herimageaccompaniedmeeveninpceshemoshosile

oromanceonsaurdayeveningswhenmyaunwenmarkeing

ihadogoocarrysomeofheparcelswewalkedhroughhe

fringsrees，josledbydrunkenmenandbargainingwomen，

amidhecursesofborers，heshrilllianiesofshopboys

whosoodonguardbyhebarrelsofpigs’cheeks，henasal

chaningofsreesingers，whosangacomeallyouabouo’

donovanrossa，orabaldabouheroublesinournaivend

hesenoisesconvergedinasinglesensaionoflifeforme:i

imaginedhaiboremychalicesafelyhroughahrongoffoes

hernamesprangomylipsamomensinsrangeprayersand

praiseswhichimyselfdidnoundersandmyeyeswereofen

fullofears(icouldnoellwhy)andaimesafloodfrommy

hearseemedopouriselfouinomybosomihoughlile

ofhefuureididnoknowwheheriwouldeverspeakoher

ornoor，ifispokeoher，howicouldellherofmyconfused

adoraionbumybodywaslikeaharpandherwordsand

gesureswerelikefingersru

inguponhewires

oneeveningiweninohebackdrawingroominwhich

heprieshaddiediwasadarkrainyeveningandherewasno

soundinhehousehroughoneofhebrokenpanesiheardhe

rainimpingeuponheearh，hefineincessanneedlesofwaer

pyinginhesoddenbedssomedisanmporlighedwindow

gleamedbelowmeiwashankfulhaicouldseesolileall

mysensesseemedodesireoveilhemselvesand，feelingha

iwasabouoslipfromhem，ipressedhepalmsofmyhands

ogeherunilheyrembled，murmuring:“olove!olove!”

manyimes

asshespokeomewhensheaddressedhefirswords

omeiwassoconfusedhaididnoknowwhaoanswershe

askedmewasigoingoarabyiforgowheheriansweredyesor

noiwouldbeasplendidbazaar，shesaid；shewouldloveogo

“andwhycan’you?”iasked

whileshespokesheurnedasilverbraceleroundandround

herwrisshecouldnogo，shesaid，becauseherewouldbea

rereahaweekinherconvenherbroherandwooherboys

werefighingforheircapsandiwasaloneaherailingsshe

heldoneofhespikes，bowingherheadowardsmeheligh

fromhempopposieourdoorcaughhewhiecurveofher

neck，liupherhairharesedhereand，falling，liuphehand

uponherailingifelloveronesideofherdressandcaughhe

whieborderofapeicoa，jusvisibleasshesoodaease

“i’swellforyou，”shesaid

“ifigo，”isaid，“iwillbringyousomehing”

whai

umerablefolliesidwasemywakingandsleeping

houghsaferhaevening!iwishedoa

ihieheedious

inerveningdaysichafedagainsheworkofschoolanigh

inmybedroomandbydayinhecssroomherimagecame

beweenmeandhepageisroveoreadhesylblesofhe

wordarabywerecalledomehroughhesilenceinwhichmy

soulluxuriaedandcasaneasernenchanmenovermei

askedforleaveogoohebazaaronsaurdaynighmyaun

wassurprisedandhopediwasnosomefreemasonaffairi

answeredfewquesionsincssiwachedmymaser’sface

passfromamiabiliyoser

ess；hehopediwasnobegi

ing

oidleicouldnocallmywanderinghoughsogeherihad

hardlyanypaiencewihheseriousworkoflifewhich，nowha

isoodbeweenmeandmydesire，seemedomechild’spy，

uglymonoonouschild’spy

onsaurdaymorningiremindedmyunclehaiwishedo

goohebazaarinheeveninghewasfussingahehallsand，

lookingforhehabrush，andansweredmecurly:“yes，boy，i

know”

ashewasinhehallicouldnogoinohefronparlor

andlieahewindowilefhehouseinbadhumorandwalked

slowlyowardsheschoolheairwaspiilesslyrawandalready

myhearmisgaveme

whenicamehomeodi

ermyunclehadnoyebeen

homesilliwasearlyisasaringaheclockforsomeime

and，whenisickingbeganoirriaeme，ilefheroomi

mounedhesaircaseandgainedheupperparofhehouse

hehighcoldempygloomyroomsliberaedmeandiwen

fromroomoroomsingingfromhefronwindowisawmy

companionspyingbelowinhesreeheircriesreachedme

weakenedandindisincand，leaningmyforeheadagainshe

coolgss，ilookedoverahedarkhousewhereshelivedimay

havesoodhereforanhour，seeingnohingbuhebrowncd

figurecasbymyimaginaion，oucheddiscreelybyhempligh

ahecurvedneck，ahehanduponherailingsandaheborder

belowhedress

whenicamedownsairsagainifoundmrsmercersiing

ahefireshewasanoldgarrulouswoman，apawnbroker’s

widow，whocollecedusedsampsforsomepiouspurposei

hadoendurehegossipofheeaablehemealwasprolonged

beyondanhourandsillmyuncledidnocomemrsmercersood

upogo:shewassorryshecouldn’waianylonger，buiwas