获得诺贝尔文学 诺贝尔文学经典:《宠儿》第9章Part 1

诺贝尔文学经典:《宠儿》第9章Part 1  

It went on that way and might have stayed that way but one evening
after supper
after sethe
hecame downstairs
sat in the rocker and didn't want to be there. He stood up and realized he didn'ant to go upstairs either. Irritable and longing for rest
he opened the door to Baby Suggs' roomand dropped off to sleep on the bed the old lady died in. That settled it — so it seemed. It becamehis room and Sethe didn't object — her bed made for o had been occupied by one for eighteenyears before Paul D came to call. And maybe it was better this way
with young girls in the houseand him not being her true-to-life husband. In any case
since there was no reduction in his before-breakfast or after-supper appetites
he never heard her plain.
It went on that way and might have stayed that way
except one evening
after supper
after Sethe
he came downstairs and lay on Baby Suggs' bed and didn't want to be believed he was having house-fits
the glassy anger men sometimes feel when a woman's housebegins to bind them
when they want to yell and break something or at least run off. He knew allabout that — felt it lots of times — in the Delaware weaver's house
for instance. But always heassociated the house-fit with the woman in it. This nervousness had nothing to do with the woman
whom he loved a little bit more every day: her hands among vegetables
her mouth when shelicked a thread end before guiding it through a needle or bit it in o when the seam was done
theblood in her eye when she defended her girls (and Beloved was hers now) or any coloredwomanfrom a slur. Also in this house-fit there was no anger
no suffocation
no yearning to be just could not
would not
sleep upstairs or in the rocker or
now
in Baby Suggs' bed. So hewent to the storeroom.
It went on that way and might have stayed that way except one evening
after supper
after Sethe
he lay on a pallet in the storeroom and didn't want to be there. Then it was the cold house and ias out there
separated from the main part of 124
curled on top of o croaker sacks full of sweetpotatoes
staring at the sides of a lard can
that he realized the moving was involuntary. He wasn'tbeing nervous; he was being prevented.
So he waited. Visited Sethe in the morning; slept in the cold room at night and waited.
She came
and he wanted to knock her down.