魁魁格，你动一动吧，吃点饭，别糟踏自己了，你会死的，魁魁格!” 他好像什么也没听见，一动不动。
Despairing of him, therefore, I determined to go tobed and to sleep; and no doubt, before a great while,he would follow me.
算了，我自己先睡吧。
But previous to turning in, I took my heavy bearskin jacket, and threw it over him, as itpromised to be a very cold night;
上床前，我把那件又沉又厚的熊度外套披在了他身上。
and he had nothing but his ordinary round jacket on. For some time, do all I would, I could notget into the faintest doze.
我吹了蜡，努力想让自己尽快地入睡，可怎么也睡不着。
I had blown out the candle; and the mere thought of Queequeg—not four feet off—sittingthere in that uneasy position, stark alone in the cold and dark;
想想吧，和一个盘腿坐了一天的异教徒呆在这样冰冷的房间里，相距不超过四英尺，你怎么能睡着呢?!
this made me really wretched. Think of it; sleeping all night in the same room with a wideawake pagan on his hams in this dreary, unaccountable Ramadan!
最后总算朦胧入睡了，恍惚中醒来，天快亮了，魁魁格居然还坐在那儿，与昨天晚上毫无二致!
But somehow I dropped off at last, and knew nothing more till break of day; when, looking overthe bedside, there squatted Queequeg, as if he had been screwed down to the floor.
阳光透过窗棂，射进了屋里。魁魁格动了!他挣扎着站起来，骨头节嘎吧嘎吧一个劲儿地响，他拐着腿走到床边，一脸的喜悦。
