老板娘走后,我关上了门,试图说服魁魁格坐到椅子上来;但是,白费。他坐在那里;他所能做的...尽管我用尽了种种客气的办法来讨好他...就是一动不动,一言不发,甚至连看都不看我一眼,完全当我不在他跟前那样。
I wonder, thought I, if this can possibly be a part ofhis Ramadan; do they fast on their hams that way in his native island.It must be so; yes, it's apart of his creed, I suppose; well, then, let him rest; he'll get up sooner or later, no doubt.Itcan't last for ever, thank God, and his Ramadan only comes once a year; and I don't believe it'svery punctual then.
我想,我不知道这会不会是他的斋戒的一部分;在他老家,他们就是这么盘腿而坐地断食的吧。一定是这样;不错,这就是他的信条的一部分,我猜想;好吧,那么就让他去吧;毫无问题,他迟早总会起来。谢天谢地,这是不会一直这样下去的,好在他的斋戒只是一年一次(不过当时我还不相信这是很准时进行的)。
I went down to supper.After sitting a long time listening to the long stories of some sailors whohad just come from a plum-pudding voyage, as they called it (that is, a short whaling-voyage ina schooner or brig, confined to the north of the line, in the Atlantic Ocean only); after listeningto these plum-puddingers till nearly eleven o'clock, I went up stairs to go to bed, feeling quitesure by this time Queequeg must certainly have brought his Ramadan to a termination.Butno; there he was just where I had left him; he had not stirred an inch.I began to grow vexedwith him; it seemed so downright senseless and insane to be sitting there all day and half thenight on his hams in a cold room, holding a piece of wood on his head.
我下楼去吃晚饭。我在那里坐了好久,听着几个刚从葡萄干布丁航行(他们是这样叫法的,那就是,坐着斯库那船回来的水手滔滔不绝地讲了许多故事;听他们讲到将近十一点钟的时候,我又上楼想去睡觉,心里很有把握地认为,这会儿,魁魁格一定做好他的斋戒了。可是,不;他还是象我刚才走开时那样坐在那里;分毫未动。我开始对他着恼了;这样一整天加上大半夜蹲在一个冷冰冰的房间里,双手捧着一块木头顶在头上,看来简直就是愚蠢和发疯。
"For heaven's sake, Queequeg, get up and shake yourself; get up and have some supper.You'llstarve; you'll kill yourself, Queequeg." But not a word did he reply.
"魁魁格,千万请你起来,走动一下吧;起来吃点晚饭。你会饿坏的;你会把自己弄死的,魁魁格。"但是,他一言不答。
