Unit-6-A-Days-Wait课文翻译大学英语三.doc

Unit 6 A Days WaitErnest HemingwayErnest Hemingways story is about an incident that happens between a father and his son. The small boys misunderstanding of the difference in measuring temperature on a Fahrenheit and a Celsius Scale causes him to believe that he is drying of a high fever. However, the father doesnt realize it until very late that dayHe came into the room to shut the windows while we were still in bed and I saw he looked ill. He was shivering, his face was white, and he walked slowly as though it ached to move.Whats the matter, Schatz?Ive got a headache.You better go back to bed.No. Im all right.You go to bed. Ill be you when Im dressed.But when I came downstairs he was dressed, sitting by the fire, looking a very sick and miserable boy of nine years. When I put my hand on his forehead I knew he had a fever.You go up to bed, I said, Youre sick.Im all right, he said.When the doctor came be took the boys temperature.Whats is it? I asked him.One hundred and two.Downstairs, the doctor left three different medicines in different colored capsules with instruction for giving them. One was to bring down the fever, another a purgative, the third to overcome an acid condition. The germs of influenza can only exist in an acid condition, he explained. He seemed to know all about influenza and said there was nothing to worry about if the fever did not go above one hundred and four degrees. This was a light epidemic of flu and there was no danger if you avoided pneumonia.Back in the room I wrote the boys temperature down and made a note of the time to give the various capsules.Do you want me to read to you?All right. If you want to, said the boy. His face was very white and there were dark areas under his eyes. He lay still in the bed and seemed very detached from what was going on.I read aloud from Howard Pyles Book of pirates; but I could see he was not following what I was reading.How do you feel, Schatz? I asked him.Just the same, so far, he said.I sat at the foot of the bed and read to myself while I waited for it to be time to give another capsule. It would have been natural for him to go to sleep, but when I looked up he was looking at the foot of the bed, looking very strangely.Why dont you try to sleep? Ill make you up for the medicine.Id rather stay awake.After a while he said to me, You dont have to stay in here with me, Papa, if it bothers you.It doesnt bother me.No, I mean you dont have to stay if its going to bother you.I though perhaps he was a little lightheaded and after giving him the prescribed capsules at eleven oclock I went out for a while. It was a bright, cold day, the ground covered with a sleet that had frozen so that it seemed as if all the bare trees, the bushes, the cut brush and all the grass and the bare ground had been varnished with ice, I took the young Irish setter for a walk up the road and along a frozen creek, but it was difficult to stand or walk on the glassy surface and the red dog slipped and slithered and I fell twice, hard, once dropping my gun and having it slide away over the ice.We flushed a covey of quail under a high clay bank with overhanging brush and I killed two as they went out of sight over the top of the blank. Some of the covey lit in trees, but most of them scattered into brush piles and it was necessary to jump on the ice-coated mounds of brush several times before they would flush. Coming out while you were poised unsteadily on the icy, springy brush they made difficult shooting and I killed two, missed five, and started back pleased to have found a covey close to the house and happy there were so many left to find on another day.At the house they said the boy had refused to let anyone come into the room.You cant come in, he said. You mustnt get what I have.I went up to him and found him in exactly the position I had left him, white-faced, but with the tops of his cheeks flushed by the fever, staring still, as he had stared, at the foot of the bed.I took his temperature.What is it?Something like a hundred, I said. It was one hundred and two and four tenths.It was a hundred and two, he said.Who said so?The doctor.Your temperature is all right, I said. Its nothing to worry about.I dont worry, he said, but I cant keep from thinking.Dont think, I said. Just take it easy.Im taking it easy, he said and looked straight ahead, He was evidently holding tight onto himself about something.Take this with water.Do you think it will do any good?Of course it will.I sat down and opened the Pirate book and commenced to read, but I could see he was not following, so I stooped.About what time do you think Im going to die? he asked.What?About how long will it be before I die?You arent going die. Whats the matter with you? Oh, yes, I am, I heard him say a hundred and two.People dont die with a fever of one hundred and two. Thats a silly way to talk.I know they do. At school in France the boys told me you cant live with forty-four degrees. Ive got a hundred and two.He had been waiting to die all day, ever since nine oclock in the morning.You poor Schatz, I said. Poor old Schatz. Its like miles and kilometers. You arent going to die. Thats different thermometer. On that thermometer thirty-seven is normal. On this kind its ninety-eight.Are you sure?Absolutely, I said, Its like miles and kilometers. You know, like how many kilometers we make when we do seventy miles in the car?Oh, he said.But his gaze at the foot of the bed relaxed slowly. The hold over himself relaxed too, finally, and the next day it was very slack and he cried very easily at little things that were of no importance.一天的等待我们还没起床时，走进房间关窗，我注意到他看起来病了。他颤抖着，脸色苍白，走得很慢，似乎一动就疼。 “怎么了，我的宝贝”“我头疼”“你最好回去睡觉。”“不，我没事”“你睡觉去，我穿好衣服去看你”等我下了楼，他已经穿好了衣服，坐在火炉旁，看起来就是一个病的不轻很痛苦的九岁男孩。我把手放在他的额头上。知道他在发烧。“上楼睡觉去，”我说“你病了”“我没事，”他说。医生来了，良好了孩子的体温。“多少度？”我问。“102”下了楼，医生留下了三种不同颜色胶囊的药，并告知如何服用。一种是退烧的，一种是泻药，另一种是用来去酸的。流感菌只能在酸性环境中生存，他解释说。他们似乎对流感无所不知，说如果没烧到104度以上，就没什么可担心的。这不过是流感轻微症状，如果避免了肺炎就没有危险。 回到屋里，我写下孩子的温度，记下了服用各种药的时间。“想让我给你念点什么吗？”“恩，如果你愿意，”孩子说，他的脸苍白，眼窝下有黑晕。他静静地躺在床上，对发生的一切漠不关心。我大声的朗读着霍华德.派尔的海盗的故事，但我看得出他没有在听我读什么。“你感觉怎么样了，宝贝？”我问他。“现在还那样，”他说。我坐在床脚，等着他服用另一种胶囊，自己看了一会儿书，正常来说，他该入睡了。可我抬起头时，他正盯着床脚，看上去很怪异。“你为什么不睡呢？吃药时我会叫醒你的”“我宁可醒着。”过了一会，他对我说，“爸，如果这样打搅你，你不必和我在一起。”“这不打搅我”“不是，我是说如果这将打搅你，你不比待着。”我想或许他有点神志不清，11点钟给他服过开出的药后，我出去了一会。这是一个晴朗而寒冷的日子，地上覆盖着雨水结成的冰。看上去好像所有光秃秃的树，灌木丛，砍下的树枝，所有的草和空地都用冰漆过似地。我带着那条幼小的爱尔兰猎犬上了路，沿着一条结冰的小溪走着，但是站立行走在这玻璃般的路面上真不容易。红毛狗 又是跃又是滑，我重重的摔倒了两次，一次还摔掉了枪，枪在冰面上滑出老远。我们从被垂着的树枝掩盖着的一个高高的土堤下惊起了一群鹌鹑。当它们从堤顶上