历年诺贝尔文学奖书名 诺贝尔文学经典:《宠儿》第8章Part 6

诺贝尔文学经典:《宠儿》第8章Part 6  

So he raced from dogwood to blossoming peach. When they thinned out he headed for the cherryblossoms
then magnolia
chinaberry
pecan
walnut and prickly pear. At last he reached a field ofapple trees whose flowers were just being tiny knots of fruit. Spring sauntered north
but hehad to run like hell to keep it as his traveling panion. From February to July he was on thelookout for blossoms. When he lost them
and found himself without so much as a petal to guide him
he paused
climbed a tree on a hillock and scanned the horizon for a flash of pink or white inthe leaf world that surrounded him. He did not touch them or stop to smell. He merely followed intheir wake
a dark ragged figure guided by the blossoming plums.
The apple field turned out to be Delaware where the weaver lady lived. She snapped him up assoon as he finished the sausage she fed him and he crawled into her bed crying. She passed him offas her nephew from Syracuse simply by calling him that nephew's name. Eighteen months and hewas looking out again for blossoms only this time he did the looking on a dray.
It was some time before he could put Alfred
Geia
Sixo
schoolteacher
Halle
his brothers
Sethe
Mister
the taste of iron
the sight of butter
the smell of hickory
notebook paper
one byone
into the tobacco tin lodged in his chest. By the time he got to 124 nothing in this world couldpry it open.
SHE MOVED HIM.
Not the way he had beat off the baby's ghost — all bang and shriek with windows smashed andicily iars rolled in a heap. But she moved him noheless
and Paul D didn't know how to stop itbecause it looked like he was moving himself. Imperceptibly
downright reasonably
he wasmoving out of 124.
The beginning was so simple. One day
after supper
he sat in the rocker by the stove
bone-tired
river-whipped
and fell asleep. He woke to the footsteps of Sethe ing down the white stairs tomake breakfast.
"I thought you went out somewhere
" she said.