日本科幻文学 经典科幻文学:《宇宙尽头的餐馆》第9章2

经典科幻文学:《宇宙尽头的餐馆》第9章2  

Zaphod was badly shaken by the crash. He lay for a while in the silent dusty rubble to which most of the room had been reduced. He felt that he was at the lowest ebb he had ever reached in his life. He felt bewildered
he felt lonely
he felt unloved. Eventually he felt he ought to get whatever it was over with.
He looked around the cracked and broken room. The wall had split round the door frame
and the door hung open. The window
by some miracle was closed and unbroken. For a while he hesitated
then he thought that if his strange and recent panion had been through all that he had been through just to tell him what he had told him
then there must be a good reason for it. With Marvin’s help he got the window open. Outside it
the cloud of dust aroused by the crash
and the hulks of the other buildings with which this one was surrounded
effectively prevented Zaphod from seeing anything of the world outside.
Not that this concerned him unduly. His main concern was what he saw when he looked down. Zarniwoop’s office was on the fifteenth floor. The building had landed at a tilt of about forty-five degrees
but still the descent looked heart-stopping.
Eventually
stung by the continuous series of contemptuous looks that Marvin appeared to be giving him
he took a deep breath and clambered out on to the steeply inclined side of the building. Marvin followed him
and together they began to crawl slowly and painfully down the fifteen floors that separated them from the ground.
As he crawled
the dank air and dust choked his lungs
his eyes smarted and the terrifying distance down made his heads spin.
The occasional remark from Marvin of the order of “This is the sort of thing you lifeforms enjoy is it? I ask merely for information
” did little to improve his state of mind.
About half-way down the side of the shattered building they stopped to rest. It seemed to Zaphod as he lay there panting with fear and exhaustion that Marvin seemed a mite more cheerful than usual. Eventually he realized this wasn’t so. The robot just seemed cheerful in parison with his own mood.
A large
scraggy black bird came flapping through the slowly settling clouds of dust and
stretching down its scrawny legs
landed on an inclined window ledge a couple of yards from Zaphod. It folded its ungainly wings and teetered awkwardly on its perch.
Its wingspan must have been something like six feet
and its head and neck seemed curiously large for a bird. Its face was flat
the beak underdeveloped
and half-way along the underside of its wings the vestiges of something handlike could be clearly seen.
In fact
it looked almost human.
It turned its heavy eyes on Zaphod and clicked its beak in a desultory fashion.
“Go away
” said Zaphod.