英文名著精选阅读：《红字》第二十章（中）
英文名著精选阅读：《红字》第二十章(中)
Chapter 20 THE MINISTER IN A MAZE
第二十章 迷悯中的牧师
Again, another incident of the same nature. Hurrying along the street, the Reverend Mr. Dimmesdale encountered the eldest female member of his church; a most piousand exemplaryold dame; poor, widowed, lonely, and with a heart as full of reminiscencesabout her dead husband and children, and her dead friends of long ago, as a burial-ground is full of storied gravestones. Yet all this, which would else have been such heavy sorrow, was made almost a solemn joy to her devoutold soul, by religious consolations and the truths of Scripture, wherewith she had fed herself continually for more than thirty years. And, since Mr. Dimmesdale had taken her in charge, the good grandam's chief earthly comfort- which, unless it had been likewise a heavenly comfort, could have been none at all- was to meet her pastor, whether casually, or of set purpose, and be refreshed with a word of warm, fragrant, heaven-breathing Gospel truth, from his beloved lips, into her dulled, but rapturouslyattentive ear. But, on this occasion, up to the moment of putting his lips to the old woman's ear, Mr. Dimmesdale, as the great enemy of souls would have it, could recall no text of Scripture, nor aught else, except a brief, pithy, and, as it then appeared to him, unanswerable argument against the immortality of the human soul. The instilmentthereof into her mind would probably have caused this aged sister to drop down dead, at once, as by the effect of an intensely poisonousinfusion. What he really did whisper, the minister could never afterwards recollect. There was, perhaps, a fortunate disorder in his utterance, which failed to impart any distinct idea to the good widow's comprehension, or which Providence interpreted after a method of its own. Assuredly, as the minister looked back, he beheld an expression of divine gratitude and ecstasythat seemed like the shine of the celestial city on her face, so wrinkled and ashypale.
此外，还发生了另一件性质相同的事情。就在丁梅斯代尔先生匆匆沿街而行的时候，遇上了他的教堂中的一位最为年长的女教友，一位最虔诚诚和堪当楷模的老夫人;这位孤苦无依的寡妇的内心中，就象排满名人墓碑的莹地似的满怀对她已故的丈夫和子女，以及早已逝去的朋友的回忆。这一切本该成为深沉的悲哀的，但由于在长达三十余年的时间里，她不停地以宗教的慰藉和《圣经》的真理来充实自己，她在虔诚的年迈的心灵中，已经将这些回忆几乎视作一种肃穆的欢愉了。而由于丁梅斯代尔先生已经对她负起责任，这位好心的老太婆在世上的主要安慰——若不是这种今世的安慰也是一种天国的安慰，也就算不得数了——就是同她的牧师会面;不期而遇也罢，专程拜访也罢，只要能从他那可爱的双唇中说出片言只语的带有温馨的天国气息的福音真谛，送进她那虽已半聋却喜闻恭听的耳朵中，她就会精神焕然一新。然而，这一次，直到丁梅斯代尔先生把嘴唇凑近老妇人的耳畔之前，他竟如人类灵魂的大敌所愿，想不起《圣经》上的经文，也想不起别的，只是说了一句简练的反对人类灵魂不朽的话，他当时觉得这是无可辩驳的论点。这番话若是灌输到这位上了年纪的女教友的头脑之中，可能会象中了剧毒一样，让她立刻倒地死去。牧师到底耳语了些什么，他自己事后无论如何也追忆不起来了。或许，所好他语无伦次，未能使那好心的寡妇听明白什么清晰的含义，或许是上天按照自己的方式作出了解释。反正，当牧师回头看去时，只见到一副感谢天恩的狂喜神情，似乎天国的光辉正映照在她那满是皱纹的灰白色面孔之上。
Again, a third instance. After parting from the old church-member, he met the youngest sister of them all. It was a maidennewly won- and won by the Reverend Mr. Dimmesdale's own sermon, on the Sabbath after his vigil, to barter the transitorypleasures of the world for the heavenly hope, that was to assume brighter substance as life grew dark around her, and which would gild the utter gloom with final glory. She was fair and pure as a lily that had bloomed in Paradise. The minister knew well that he was himself enshrinedwithin the stainless sanctityof her heart, which hung its snowy curtains about his image, imparting to religion the warmth of love, and to love a religious purity. Satan, that afternoon, had surely led the poor young girl away from her mother's side, and thrown her into the pathway of this sorely tempted, or- shall we not rather say?- this lost and desperate man. As she drew nigh, the arch-fiend whispered him to condenseinto small compass and drop into her tender bosom a germ of evil that would be sure to blossom darkly soon, and bear black fruit betimes. Such was his sense of power over this virginsoul, trusting him as she did, that the minister felt potent to blight all the field of innocence with but one wicked look, and develop all its opposite with but a word. So- with a mightier struggle than he had yet sustained- he held his Geneva cloak before his face, and hurried onward, making no sign of recognition, and leaving the young sister to digest his rudenessas she might. She ransacked her conscience- which was full of harmless little matters, like her pocket, or her workbag- and took herself to task, poor thing! for a thousand imaginary faults; and went about her household duties with swollen eyelidsthe next morning.
还有第三个例子。他在告别了那位老教友之后，便遇到了最年轻的一位女教友。她是新近才皈依的一位少女，而且就是在聆听了丁梅斯代尔牧师先生夜游后那个安息日所作的布道才皈依的，她要以世间的短暂欢乐来换取天国的希望，当她周围的人生变得黯淡时，这希望便会益发明亮，以最后的荣光包围四下的一片昏黑。她如同天堂中开放的百合一样娇好纯真。牧师深知，他本人就供奉在她心灵的无理的圣殿之中，并用她雪白的心灵的帷幔罩着他的肖像，将爱情的温暖融进宗教，并将宗教的纯洁融进爱情。那天下午，一定是撒旦把这可怜的少女从她母亲身旁引开，并将她抛到那个被诱惑得心旌神摇的，或者，——我们不妨这样说吧，——那个迷途和绝望的人的路上。就在她走近的时候，魔王便悄声要他缩小形体，并在她温柔的心胸中投入一颗邪恶的种子，很快便会阴暗地开花，到时一定会结出黑色的果实。牧师意识到自己有权左右这个十分信任他的少女的灵魂，他感到只消他不怀好意地一瞥，她那无邪的心田就会立即枯萎，只消他说一个宇，她那纯洁的心灵就会走向反面。可是，在经历了一番前所未有的强有力的内心搏斗之后，他指起他那黑色法衣的宽袖遮住面孔，匆匆向前走去，装出没有认出她的样子，任凭那年轻的女教友去随便解释他的无礼。她察遍她的良心——那是同她的衣袋或针线盒一样，满装着各种无害的小东西的——，这可怜的姑娘，就用数以千计的想象中的错误来责备自己;次日天明，去干家务时，她两眼都哭得红肿了。
Before the minister had time to celebrate his victory over this last temptation, he was conscious of another impulse, more ludicrous, and almost as horrible. It was- we blush to tell it- it was to stop short in the road, and teach some very wicked words to a knot of little Puritan children who were playing there, and had but just begun to talk. Denying himself this freak, as unworthy of his cloth, he met a drunkenseaman, one of the ship's crew from the Spanish Main. And here, since he had so valiantlyforborne all other wickedness, poor Mr. Dimmesdale longed, at least to shake hands with the tarryblackguard, and recreate himself with a few improper jests, such as dissolute sailors so aboundwith, and a volleyof good, round, solid, satisfactory, and heaven-defying oaths! It was not so much a better principle, as partly his natural good taste, and still more his buckramed habit of clericaldecorum, that carried him safely through the latter crisis.
牧师还没来得及庆贺他刚刚战胜了诱惑，便又觉察到了一次冲动，这次冲动如前几次一样可怕，只是更加无稽。那是——我们说起来都脸红——那是，他想在路上停下来，对那些正在玩耍、刚刚开始学语的一伙清教徒小孩子们，教上几句极难听的话。只是由于与他身穿的法衣不相称，他才没有去做这反常之举。他又看到一个醉醺醺的水手，正是来自拉丁美洲北部海域的那艘船上的;此时，可怜的丁梅斯代尔先生既然已经勇敢地克制了前几次邪恶，却想至少要和这浑身沾满油污的粗人握一握手，并用几句水手们挂在嘴边的放荡下流的俏皮话，和一连串的十分圆滑、令人开心的亵渎神明的诅咒来寻寻开心!让他得以平安地度过这次危机的，倒不是因为他有什么更高的准则，而是因为他天生具有优雅的情趣，更主要的，是因为他那形成牢固习惯的教士礼仪。
"What is it that hauntsand tempts me thus?" cried the minister to himself, at length, pausing in the street, and striking his hand against his forehead. "Am I mad? or am I given over utterly to the fiend? Did I make a contract with him in the forest, and sign it with my blood? And does he now summon me to its fulfilment, by suggesting the performance of every wickednesswhich his most foul imagination can conceive?"
“到底有什么东西如此纠缠和诱惑我啊?”最后，牧师停在街心，用手拍着前额，对自己这样喊着。“我是不是疯了?还是我让魔鬼完全控制了?我刚才在树林里是不是和魔鬼订了契约，并且用我的血签了字?现在他是不是传唤我按照他那最恶毒的想象力所设想出来的每一个恶行去履行契约呢?”
At the moment when the Reverend Mr. Dimmesdale thus communed with himself, and struck his forehead with his hand, old Mistress Hibbins, the reputed witch-lady, is said to have been passing by. She made a very grand appearance; having on a high head-dress, a rich gown of velvet, and a ruffdone up with the famous yellow starch, of which Ann Turner, her especial friend, had taught her the secret, before this last good lady had been hanged for Sir Thomas Overbury's murder. Whether the witch had read the minister's thoughts, or no, she came to a full stop, looked shrewdly into his face, smiled craftily, and- though little given to converse with clergymen- began a conversation.
就在丁梅斯代尔牧师先生这样一边自言自语，一边用手拍着前额的时候，据说那有名的妖婆西宾斯老太太正好走过。她神气十足地头戴高帽，身穿富丽的丝绒长袍，颈上围着用著名的黄浆浆得笔挺的皱领，那种黄浆是按她的挚友安·特纳因谋杀托马斯·奥绍白利爵士而被绞之前教给她的秘方配制的。不管那妖婆是否看出了牧师的想法，反正她一下子停住了脚步，机灵地盯着他的面孔，狡诘地微笑着，并且开始同她从不打交道的牧师攀谈了起来。
"So, reverendsir, you have made a visit into the forest," observed the witch-lady, nodding her high head-dress at him. "The next time, I pray you to allow me only a fair warning, and I shall be proud to bear you company. Without taking overmuchupon myself, my good word will go far towards gaining any strange gentleman a fair reception from yonder potentateyou wot of!"
“可敬的牧师先生，原来你去拜访了树林，”妖婆对他点点戴着高帽的头，开口说。“下一次，请你务必跟我打个招呼，我将十分自豪地陪你前往。不是我自吹，只消我说上一句好话，你知道的那位有权势的人，准会热情接待任何生客的!”
"I profess, madam," answered the clergyman, with a grave obeisance, such as the lady's rank demanded, and his own good-breeding made imperative- "I profess, on my conscience and character, that I am utterly bewildered as touching the purportof your words! I went not into the forest to seek a potentate; neither do I, at any future time, design a visit thither, with a view to gaining the favour of such personage. My one sufficient object was to greet that pious friend of mine, the Apostle Eliot, and rejoicewith him over the many precioussouls he hath won from heathendom!"
“老实讲，夫人，”牧师回答说，还郑重其事地鞠了一躬——这是那位夫人的地位所要求的，也是他的良好教养所必需的，“老实讲，以我的良心和人格担保，我对您这番话的含义实在莫名其妙!我到树林里去，绝不是去找什么有权势的人，而且在将来的任何时刻，我也没有去那儿拜访、谋求这样一个人欢心的意图。我唯一的目的是去问候我的一位虔诚的朋友，艾略特使徒，并和他一起欢庆他从邪教中争取过来的众多可贵的灵魂!”
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