美麗新世界 Brave New World 第5章(8)

And as they sang, the lights began slowly to fade–tofade and at the same time to grow warmer, richer,redder, until at last they were dancing in the crimsontwilight of an Embryo Store.

唱著唱著燈光慢慢暗轉(zhuǎn)了——暗轉(zhuǎn)了，同時(shí)溫暖起來(lái)，甜美起來(lái)，更紅了，最后他們已是在胚胎庫(kù)的紅色朦朧中舞蹈。

"Orgy-porgy …" In their blood-coloured and foetaldarkness the dancers continued for a while tocirculate, to beat and beat out the indefatigablerhythm.

“歡快呀淋漓。”舞蹈者在他們那胚胎的血紅的昏暗中繼續(xù)轉(zhuǎn)了幾圈，敲打著不知疲倦的節(jié)奏。

"Orgy-porgy …" Then the circle wavered, broke, fell in partial disintegration on the ring ofcouches which surrounded–circle enclosing circle–the table and its planetary chairs.

“歡快呀淋漓……”終于，那圓圈動(dòng)搖了，分散了，捉對(duì)兒躺到了周?chē)乃缴?mdash;—那些睡榻繞著桌子和它周?chē)囊巫訃闪艘蝗τ忠蝗Α?/p>

"Orgy-porgy …" Tenderly the deep Voice crooned and cooed; in the red twilight it was as thoughsome enormous negro dove were hovering benevolently over the now prone or supinedancers.

“歡快呀淋漓……”那深沉的聲音溫柔地低吟著，細(xì)語(yǔ)著;昏暗的紅色中仿佛有一只碩大無(wú)朋的黑鴿愛(ài)意殷勤地懸浮在此刻俯仰顛倒的跳舞的人上空。

They were standing on the roof; Big Henry had just sung eleven. The night was calm and warm.

他們倆站在屋頂上。大亨利剛唱過(guò)十一點(diǎn)。夜平靜而溫暖。

"Wasn't it wonderful?" said Fifi Bradlaugh. "Wasn't it simply wonderful?"

“真美妙，是嗎?”菲菲·布拉勞芙說(shuō)“確實(shí)美妙極了是嗎?”

She looked at Bernard with an expression of rapture, but of rapture in which there was notrace of agitation or excitement–for to be excited is still to be unsatisfied. Hers was the calmecstasy of achieved consummation, the peace, not of mere vacant satiety and nothingness,but of balanced life, of energies at rest and in equilibrium.

她一臉興奮淋漓的表情望著伯納，那歡樂(lè)里再?zèng)]有絲毫激動(dòng)或興奮的跡象——因?yàn)榕d奮意味著沒(méi)有饜足，而她所得到的卻是完成之后的狂歡，心滿意足的平靜。那平靜不是空洞的滿足與無(wú)聊，而是勻稱的生命和獲得休息與平衡的精力，

A rich and living peace. For the Solidarity Service had given as well as taken, drawn off only toreplenish.

是一種豐富而生動(dòng)的平靜。因?yàn)閳F(tuán)結(jié)祈禱式既是索取也是給予，索取原是為了補(bǔ)償。

She was full, she was made perfect, she was still more than merely herself.

菲菲充實(shí)了，菲菲完美了，她仍然感情洋溢，喜不自勝。

"Didn't you think it was wonderful?" she insisted, looking into Bernard's face with thosesupernaturally shining eyes.

“你不覺(jué)得美妙嗎?”她用她閃耀著超自然光芒的眼睛望著伯納的臉，盯著他問(wèn)。

"Yes, I thought it was wonderful," he lied and looked away;

“美妙，我覺(jué)得很美妙，”他望著一邊，撒了個(gè)謊。

the sight of her transfigured face was at once an accusation and an ironical reminder of hisown separateness.

他那張不自然的臉對(duì)他那分裂的性格既是指斥，也是諷刺性的暴露。

He was as miserably isolated now as he had been when the service began–more isolated byreason of his unreplenished emptiness, his dead satiety.

他現(xiàn)在仍孤獨(dú)得痛苦，跟開(kāi)始祈禱時(shí)一樣——由于沒(méi)有得到救贖的空虛和死板的饜足，他反倒覺(jué)得更加孤獨(dú)了。

Separate and unatoned, while the others were being fused into the Greater Being; alone even inMorgana's embrace–much more alone, indeed, more hopelessly himself than he had ever beenin his life before.

在別人融匯成更偉大的存在時(shí)，他卻處于局外，沒(méi)有得到救贖;即使在摩爾根娜的懷抱里他也孤獨(dú)——實(shí)際上更為孤獨(dú)，比平生任何時(shí)候都更加絕望的孤獨(dú)。

He had emerged from that crimson twilight into the common electric glare with a self-consciousness intensified to the pitch of agony.

他是帶著強(qiáng)化到痛苦程度的自我意識(shí)從猩紅的昏暗中進(jìn)入普通的電燈光里的。

He was utterly miserable, and perhaps (her shining eyes accused him), perhaps it was his ownfault.

他透體悲涼。也許那得怪他自己(她那閃亮的眼睛指責(zé)著他)。

"Quite wonderful," he repeated; but the only thing he could think of was Morgana's eyebrow.

“很美妙。”他重復(fù)道?？墒撬ㄒ荒軌蛳肫鸬膮s是摩爾根娜那一道眉毛。