第 51 节
作者:恐龙王      更新:2021-02-21 15:31      字数:9321
  CHAPTER XXXII
  The tanner … The hotel … Drinking claret … London journal … New
  field … Commonplaceness … The three individuals … Botheration …
  Frank and ardent。
  'TANNER!' said I musingly; as I left the bridge; 'Tanner! what can
  the man who cures raw skins by means of a preparation of oak bark
  and other materials have to do with the name which these fakers; as
  they call themselves; bestow on the smallest silver coin in these
  dominions?  Tanner!  I can't trace the connection between the man
  of bark and the silver coin; unless journeymen tanners are in the
  habit of working for sixpence a day。  But I have it;' I continued;
  flourishing my hat over my head; 'tanner; in this instance; is not
  an English word。'  Is it not surprising that the language of Mr。
  Petulengro and of Tawno Chikno is continually coming to my
  assistance whenever I appear to be at a nonplus with respect to the
  derivation of crabbed words?  I have made out crabbed words in
  AEschylus by means of the speech of Chikno and Petulengro; and even
  in my Biblical researches I have derived no slight assistance from
  it。  It appears to be a kind of picklock; an open sesame; Tanner …
  Tawno! the one is but a modification of the other; they were
  originally identical; and have still much the same signification。
  Tanner; in the language of the apple…woman; meaneth the smallest of
  English silver coins; and Tawno; in the language of the
  Petulengres; though bestowed upon the biggest of the Romans;
  according to strict interpretation signifieth a little child。
  So I left the bridge; retracing my steps for a considerable way; as
  I thought I had seen enough in the direction in which I had
  hitherto been wandering; I should say that I scarcely walked less
  than thirty miles about the big city on the day of my first
  arrival。  Night came on; but still I was walking about; my eyes
  wide open; and admiring everything that presented itself to them。
  Everything was new to me; for everything is different in London
  from what it is elsewhere … the people; their language; the horses;
  the TOUT ENSEMBLE … even the stones of London are different from
  others … at least it appeared to me that I had never walked with
  the same case and facility on the flagstones of a country town as
  on those of London; so I continued roving about till night came on;
  and then the splendour of some of the shops particularly struck me。
  'A regular Arabian Nights entertainment!' said I; as I looked into
  one on Cornhill; gorgeous with precious merchandise; and lighted up
  with lustres; the rays of which were reflected from a hundred
  mirrors。
  But; notwithstanding the excellence of the London pavement; I began
  about nine o'clock to feel myself thoroughly tired; painfully and
  slowly did I drag my feet along。  I also felt very much in want of
  some refreshment; and I remembered that since breakfast I had taken
  nothing。  I was now in the Strand; and; glancing about; I perceived
  that I was close by an hotel; which bore over the door the somewhat
  remarkable name of Holy Lands。  Without a moment's hesitation I
  entered a well…lighted passage; and; turning to the left; I found
  myself in a well…lighted coffee…room; with a well…dressed and
  frizzled waiter before me; 'Bring me some claret;' said I; for I
  was rather faint than hungry; and I felt ashamed to give a humbler
  order to so well…dressed an individual。  The waiter looked at me
  for a moment; then; making a low bow; he bustled off; and I sat
  myself down in the box nearest to the window。  Presently the waiter
  returned; bearing beneath his left arm a long bottle; and between
  the fingers of his right hand two large purple glasses; placing the
  latter on the table; he produced a corkscrew; drew the cork in a
  twinkling; set the bottle down before me with a bang; and then;
  standing still; appeared to watch my movements。  You think I don't
  know how to drink a glass of claret; thought I to myself。  I'll
  soon show you how we drink claret where I come from; and; filling
  one of the glasses to the brim; I flickered it for a moment between
  my eyes and the lustre; and then held it to my nose; having given
  that organ full time to test the bouquet of the wine; I applied the
  glass to my lips; taking a large mouthful of the wine; which I
  swallowed slowly and by degrees; that the palate might likewise
  have an opportunity of performing its functions。  A second mouthful
  I disposed of more summarily; then; placing the empty glass upon
  the table; I fixed my eyes upon the bottle; and said … nothing;
  whereupon the waiter; who had been observing the whole process with
  considerable attention; made me a bow yet more low than before;
  and; turning on his heel; retired with a smart chuck of his head;
  as much as to say; It is all right:  the young man is used to
  claret。
  And when the waiter had retired I took a second glass of the wine;
  which I found excellent; and; observing a newspaper lying near me;
  I took it up and began perusing it。  It has been observed somewhere
  that people who are in the habit of reading newspapers every day
  are not unfrequently struck with the excellence of style and
  general talent which they display。  Now; if that be the case; how
  must I have been surprised; who was reading a newspaper for the
  first time; and that one of the best of the London journals!  Yes;
  strange as it may seem; it was nevertheless true that; up to the
  moment of which I am speaking; I had never read a newspaper of any
  description。  I of course had frequently seen journals; and even
  handled them; but; as for reading them; what were they to me?  I
  cared not for news。  But here I was now with my claret before me;
  perusing; perhaps; the best of all the London journals; it was not
  the …; and I was astonished:  an entirely new field of literature
  appeared to be opened to my view。  It was a discovery; but I
  confess rather an unpleasant one; for I said to myself; If literary
  talent is so very common in London; that the journals; things
  which; as their very name denotes; are ephemeral; are written in a
  style like the article I have been perusing; how can I hope to
  distinguish myself in this big town; when; for the life of me; I
  don't think I could write anything half so clever as what I have
  been reading?  And then I laid down the paper; and fell into deep
  musing; rousing myself from which; I took a glass of wine; and;
  pouring out another; began musing again。  What I have been reading;
  thought I; is certainly very clever and very talented; but talent
  and cleverness I think I have heard some one say are very
  commonplace things; only fitted for everyday occasions。  I question
  whether the man who wrote the book I saw this day on the bridge was
  a clever man; but; after all; was he not something much better? I
  don't think he could have written this article; but then he wrote
  the book which I saw on the bridge。  Then; if he could not have
  written the article on which I now hold my forefinger … and I do
  not believe he could … why should I feel discouraged at the
  consciousness that I; too; could not write it?  I certainly could
  no more have written the article than he could; but then; like him;
  though I would not compare myself to the man who wrote the book I
  saw upon the bridge; I think I could … and here I emptied the glass
  of claret … write something better。
  Thereupon I resumed the newspaper; and; as I was before struck with
  the fluency of style and the general talent which it displayed; I
  was now equally so with its commonplaceness and want of originality
  on every subject; and it was evident to me that; whatever advantage
  these newspaper…writers might have over me in some points; they had
  never studied the Welsh bards; translated Kaempe Viser; or been
  under the pupilage of Mr。 Petulengro and Tawno Chikno。
  And as I sat conning the newspaper three individuals entered the
  room; and seated themselves in the box at the farther end of which
  I was。  They were all three very well dressed; two of them elderly
  gentlemen; the third a young man about my own age; or perhaps a
  year or two older:  they called for coffee; and; after two or three
  observations; the two eldest commenced a conversation in French;
  which; however; though they spoke it fluently enough; I perceived
  at once was not their native language; the young man; however; took
  no part in their conversation; and when they addressed a portion to
  him; which indeed was but rarely; merely replied by a monosyllable。
  I have never been a listener; and I paid but little heed to their
  discourse; nor indeed to themselves; as I occasionally looked up;
  however; I could perceive that the features of the young man; who
  chanced to be seated exactly opposite to me; wore an air of
  constraint and vexation。  This circumstance caused me to observe