莫言什么时候获得诺贝尔文学 诺贝尔文学经典:《宠儿》第6章Part 3

诺贝尔文学经典:《宠儿》第6章Part 3  

The fingers touching the back of her neck were stronger now — the strokes bolder as though BabySuggs were gathering strength. Putting the thumbs at the nape
while the fingers pressed the sides.
Harder
harder
the fingers moved slowly around toward her windpipe
making little circles on theway. Sethe was actually more surprised than frightened to find that she was being strangled. Or soit seemed. In any case
Baby Suggs' fingers had a grip on her that would not let her breathe.
Tumbling forward from her seat on the rock
she clawed at the hands that were not there. Her feeere thrashing by the time Denver got to her and then Beloved.
"Ma'am! Ma'am!" Denver shouted. "Ma'ammy!" and turned her mother over on her back.
The fingers left off and Sethe had to swallow huge draughts of air before she recognized herdaughter's face next to her own and Beloved's hovering above.
"You all right?"
"Somebody choked me
" said Sethe.
"Who?"
Sethe rubbed her neck and struggled to a sitting position. "Grandma Baby
I reckon. I just askedher to rub my neck
like she used to and she was doing fine and then just got crazy with it
Iguess."
"She wouldn't do that to you
Ma'am. Grandma Baby? Uh uh."
"Help me up from here."
"Look." Beloved was pointing at Sethe's neck.
"What is it? What you see?" asked Sethe.
"Bruises
" said Denver.
"On my neck?"
"Here
" said Beloved. "Here and here
too." She reached out her hand and touched the splotches
gathering color darker than Sethe's dark throat
and her fingers were mighty cool.
"That don't help nothing
" Denver said
but Beloved was leaning in
her o hands stroking thedamp skin that felt like chamois and looked like taffeta.