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-CAL-FENGHAI.-(YICAI)-CompanyOne1-CAL-FENGHAI.-(YICAI)-CompanyOne1Unit8TheDiscusThrower课文翻译综合教程四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.掷铁饼者理查德·塞尔泽1我窥探我的病人。为了更加全面地搜集例证，难道医生不应该用任何方法、从任何位置观察病人吗于是我站在医院病房门口凝望。哦，这算不上太鬼鬼祟祟的勾当。那些躺在床上的人只需抬头就可以发现我。但他们从不抬头。2从542病房门口可以看到，躺在床上的男子肤色很深。蓝色的眼睛和剪得很短的白发给人富有活力、健康良好的印象。但我知道，他的褐色皮肤并不是晒太阳的缘故，而是机体生锈衰退、体内糜烂污物沉积、病入膏肓的表现。他的蓝眼睛雾蒙蒙的，看上去像被白雪覆盖的乡间小屋的窗户。他是个盲人。而且他失去了双腿——右腿是大腿中间以下缺失，左腿是膝盖以下。这让他看上去像一个盆景，仿佛树根和树枝都被修剪掉的微缩版的大树。3依靠枕头的支撑，他用双手环抱着右大腿。他不时晃动脑袋来诉说他承受的巨大痛苦。但他始终一声不吭。他看不见了，难道也哑了4他住的房间空空荡荡——没有祝愿康复的卡片，没有私藏的食物，没有放了一些时日的鲜花，也没有拖鞋，没有病房里经常看到的东西。只有病床、椅子、床头柜和一个带轮子的可以转到面前用来吃饭的托板。5“现在几点了”他问道。“3点。”“凌晨还是下午”“下午。”他沉默不语。他想知道的只有这些。“您感觉怎样”我问。“你是谁”他问。“医生。您感觉怎样”他没有马上回答。“感觉”他说。“我希望您感觉好些了。”我说。我按了一下病床边上的按钮。“您躺下来。”我说。“是的，躺下来。”他说。6他笨拙地倒回到病床上。他的残肢失去了双腿与双脚的支撑，抬起在空中，暴露无遗。我把残肢上的绷带解开，开始用剪刀和镊子把黑色的硬皮和坏死凝滞的脂肪剪掉。一段白色骨片即将脱落，我把它去除掉。我用消毒液清洗伤口，将残肢重新包扎起来。整个过程他默不作声。在那眨也不眨的眼皮后面，他在想什么呢他在回忆四肢健全的时光吗他在梦回拥有双足的往昔吗或是回想他的身体不是现在这样一截日益凋朽的残干的过去吗7他僵直地躺着。尽管如此，他仍然令人印象深刻，如同一名斜立在倾侧甲板上的水手。“我还能为您做点什么”他沉默了很长时间。“是的，”终于他一本正经地说：“你给我拿双鞋过来吧。”走廊里，护士长正等着我。“我们对他不能束手无策。”她说，“每天早饭他都要求吃炒蛋，但是，他从来不吃，拿起盘子就砸在墙上。”“砸盘子”“真讨厌。他就是这种人。难怪家里人不来看他。也许就像我们受不了他一