莫言什么时候获得诺贝尔文学 诺贝尔文学经典:《宠儿》第2章Part 12

诺贝尔文学经典:《宠儿》第2章Part 12  

Bolt upright in the chair
in themiddle of Sethe's wele
Beloved had fallen asleep again.
"Miss. Miss." Paul D shook her gently.
"You want to lay down a spell?"
She opened her eyes to slits and stood up on her soft new feet which
barely capable of their job
slowly bore her to the keeping room. Once there
she collapsed on Baby Suggs' bed. Denverremoved her hat and put the quilt with o squares of color over her feet. She was breathing like asteam engine.
"Sounds like croup
" said Paul D
closing the door.
"Is she feverish? Denver
could you tell?"
"No. She's cold."
"Then she is. Fever goes from hot to cold."
"Could have the cholera
" said Paul D.
"Reckon ?"
"All that water. Sure sign."
"Poor thing. And nothing in this house to give her for it. She'll just have to ride it out. That's ahateful sickness if ever there was one."
"She's not sick!" said Denver
and the passion in her voice made them smile.
Four days she slept
waking and sitting up only for water. Denver tended her
watched her sound sleep
listened to her labored breathing and
out of love and a breakneck possessiveness thatcharged her
hid like a personal blemish Beloved's incontinence.
She rinsed the sheets secretly
after Sethe went to the restaurant and Paul D went scrounging for barges to help unload. Sheboiled the underwear and soaked it in bluing
praying the fever would pass without damage. Sointent was her nursing
she fot to eat or visit the emerald closet.
"Beloved?" Denver wouldwhisper.
"Beloved?" and when the black eyes opened a slice all she could say was "I'm here. I'mstill here."
Sometimes
when Beloved lay dreamy-eyed for a very long time
saying nothing
licking her lipsand heaving deep sighs
Denver panicked.
"What is it?" she would ask.
"Heavy
" murmured Beloved. "This place is heavy."
"Would you like to sit up?"
"No
" said the raspy voice.