历年诺贝尔文学奖书名 诺贝尔文学经典:《宠儿》第1章Part 25

诺贝尔文学经典:《宠儿》第1章Part 25  

"Seth — thuh.""Ma'am.""Hold on to the baby.""Yes
Ma'am.""Seth — thuh.""Ma'am.""Get some kindlin in here.""Yes
Ma'am."
Oh but when they sang. And oh but when they danced and sometimes they danced the men as well as the ma'ams
one of whom was certainly her own. They shifted shapes andbecame something other. Some unchained
demanding other whose feet knew her pulse better thanshe did. Just like this one in her stomach. "I believe this baby's ma'am is gonna die in wild onionson the bloody side of the Ohio River." That's what was on her mind and what she told Denver. Herexact words. And it didn't seem such a bad idea
all in all
in view of the step she would not have totake
but the thought of herself stretched out dead while the little antelope lived on — an hour? aday? a day and a night? — in her lifeless body grieved her so she made the groan that made theperson walking on a path not ten yards away halt and stand right still. Sethe had not heard thewalking
but suddenly she heard the standing still and then she smelled the hair. The voice
saying
"Who's in there?" was all she needed to know that she was aboutto be discovered by a white boy.
That he too had mossy teeth
an appetite. That on a ridge of pine near the Ohio River
trying to getto her three children
one of whom was starving for the food she carried; that after her husband haddisappeared; that after her milk had been stolen
her back pulped
her children orphaned
she wasnot to have an easeful death. No. She told Denver that a something came up out of the earth intoher — like a freezing
but moving too
like jaws inside. "Look like I was just cold jaws grinding
"she said. Suddenly she was eager for his eyes
to bite into them; to gnaw his cheek.