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《美食祈祷和恋爱》Chapter 81 (188):优雅的赖爷  

Ketut keeps his chin lifted all the time
I've noticed
his head held a little bit back
sort of quizzical and elegant at the same time. Like a curious old king
he looks at the whole world from above his nose. His skin is lustrous
golden brown. He's almost totally bald
but makes up for it with exceptionally long and feathery eyebrows which look eager to take flight. Except for his missing teeth and his burn-scarred right arm
he seems in perfect health. He told me that he was a dancer in his youth
for the temple ceremonies
and that he was beautiful back then. I believe it. He eats only one meal a day—a typically simple Balinese dish of rice mixed with either duck or fish. He likes to drink one cup of coffee with sugar every day
mostly just to celebrate the fact that he can afford coffee and sugar. You
too
could easily live to a hundred and five on this diet. He keeps his body strong
he says
by meditating every night before sleep and by pulling the healthy energy of the universe into his core. He says that the human body is made of nothing more or less than the five elements of all creation—water (apa)
fire (tejo)
wind (bayu)
sky (akasa) and earth (pritiwi)—and all you have to do is concentrate on this reality during meditation and you will receive energy from all of these sources and you will stay strong. Demonstrating his occasionally very accurate ear for English idiom
he said
"The microcosm bees the macrocosm. You—microcosm—will bee same as universe—macrocosm."
He was so busy today
crowded with Balinese patients who were stacked up all over his courtyard like cargo crates
all of them with babies or offerings in their laps. He had farmers and businessmen there
fathers and grandmothers. There were parents with babies who weren't keeping food down
and old men haunted by black magic curses. There were young men tossed by aggression and lust
and young women looking for love matches while suffering children plained about their rashes. Everyone out of balance; everyone needing equilibrium restored.
The mood of the courtyard of Ketut's home is always one of total patience
though.
然而赖爷家的庭园气氛始终是人人充满耐心。
Sometimes people must wait for three hours before Ketut gets a chance to take care of them
but they never so much as tap their feet or roll their eyes in exasperation. Extraordinary
too
is the way the children wait
leaning up against their beautiful mothers
playing with their own fingers to pass the time. I'm always amused later when it turns out that these same tranquil children have been brought over to see Ketut because the mother and father have decided that the child is "too naughty" and needs a cure. That little girl? That little three-year-old girl who was sitting silently in the hot sun for four straight hours
without plaint or snack or toy? She's naughty? I wish I could say
"People—you want to see naughty
I'll take you to America
show you some kids that'll have you believing in Ritalin." But there's just a different standard here for good behavior in children.
Ketut treated all the patients obligingly
one after another
seemingly unconcerned by the passage of time
giving all exactly the attention they needed regardless of who was waiting to be seen next. He was so busy he didn't even get his one meal at lunchtime
but stayed glued to his porch
obliged by his respect for God and his ancestors to sit there for hours on end
healing everyone. By evening
his eyes looked as tired as the eyes of a Civil War field surgeon. His last patient of the day had been a deeply troubled middle-aged Balinese man plaining that he had not slept well in weeks; he was being haunted
he said
by a nigare of "drowning in o rivers at the same time."