鲍勃迪伦诺贝尔文学 诺贝尔文学经典:《宠儿》第1章Part 14

诺贝尔文学经典:《宠儿》第1章Part 14  

Would there be a little space
she wondered
a little time
some way to hold off eventfulness
topush busyness into the corners of the room and just stand there a minute or o
naked fromshoulder blade to waist
relieved of the weight of her breasts
smelling the stolen milk again andthe pleasure of baking bread? Maybe this one time she could stop dead still in the middle of acooking meal — not even Leave the stove — and feel the hurt her back ought to. Trust things andremember things because the last of the Sweet Home men was there to catch her if she sank?
The stove didn't shudder as it adjusted to its heat. Denver wasn't stirring in the next room. Thepulse of red light hadn't e back and Paul D had not trembled since 1856 and then for eighty-three days in a row. Locked up and chained down
his hands shook so bad he couldn't smoke oreven scratch properly. Now he was trembling again but in the legs this time. It took him a while torealize that his legs were not shaking because of worry
but because the floorboards were and thegrinding
shoving floor was only part of it. The house itself was pitching. Sethe slid to the floorand struggled to get back into her dress. While down on all fours
as though she were holding herhouse down on the ground
Denver burst from the keeping room
terror in her eyes
a vague smileon her lips.
"God damn it! Hush up!" Paul D was shouting
falling
reaching for anchor. "Leave the placealone! Get the hell out!" A table rushed toward him and he grabbed its leg. Somehow he managedto stand at an angle and
holding the table by o legs
he bashed it about
wrecking everything
screaming back at the screaming house. "Youwant to fight
e on! God damn it! She got enough without you. She got enough!"The quaking slowed to an occasional lurch
but Paul D did not stop whipping the table around untileverything was rock quiet. Sweating and breathing hard
he leaned against the wall in the space thesideboard left. Sethe was still crouched next to the stove
clutching her salvaged shoes to her chest.