第 19 节
作者:旅游巴士      更新:2021-10-16 18:45      字数:9322
  good lady was quite unused to           inspiring。     Obviously the Quabarl family
  had been      woefully befooled; but a certain amount of relief came                 with
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  the knowledge。
  〃How   tiresome   for   you;   dear   Carlotta;〃   said   her hostess;   when   the
  overdue guest   ultimately  arrived;   〃how        very  tiresome   losing   your train
  and having to stop       overnight in a strange place。〃
  〃Oh dear; no;〃 said Lady Carlotta; 〃not at all         tiresome … for me。〃
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  THE SEVENTH PULLET
  〃IT'S   not   the   daily   grind   that   I   complain   of;〃   said Blenkinthrope
  resentfully; 〃it's the dull grey sameness          of my life outside of office hours。
  Nothing   of   interest    comes   my   way;   nothing   remarkable   or   out   of   the
  common。         Even the little things that I do try to find some              interest in
  don't seem to interest other people。          Things     in my garden; for instance。〃
  〃The    potato    that  weighed     just  over   two   pounds;〃    said   his   friend
  Gorworth。
  〃Did   I   tell   you   about   that?〃   said   Blenkinthrope;   〃I was   telling   the
  others in the train this morning。         I   forgot if I'd told you。〃
  〃To be exact you told me that it weighed just under              two pounds; but I
  took into account the fact that          abnormal vegetables and freshwater fish
  have an after… life; in which growth is not arrested。〃
  〃You're   just   like   the   others;〃   said   Blenkinthrope     sadly;   〃you   only
  make fun of it。〃
  〃The fault is with the potato;  not with us;〃 said             Gorworth; 〃we  are
  not in the least interested in it        because it is not in the least interesting。
  The men you        go up in the train with every day are just in the same             case
  as   yourself;    their   lives  are   commonplace      and   not   very   interesting    to
  themselves; and they certainly are           not going to wax enthusiastic over the
  commonplace         events     in    other   men's    lives。    Tell    them    something
  startling;     dramatic;      piquant     that  has    happened      to  yourself     or  to
  someone   in   your   family;   and   you   will   capture   their     interest   at   once。
  They     will  talk   about   you   with    a  certain    personal    pride   to  all  their
  acquaintances。       'Man     I   know   intimately;   fellow   called   Blenkinthrope;
  lives    down      my   way;   had   two    of  his  fingers   clawed    clean    off  by  a
  lobster he was carrying home to supper。               Doctor says      entire hand may
  have to come off。'       Now that is      conversation of a very high order。           But
  imagine walking         into a tennis club with the remark: 'I know a man who
  has    grown a potato weighing two and a quarter pounds。'〃
  〃But   hang   it   all;   my   dear   fellow;〃   said Blenkinthrope   impatiently;
  〃haven't I just told you that        nothing of a remarkable nature ever happens
  to me?〃
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  〃Invent     something;〃     said   Gorworth。      Since    winning     a   prize   for
  excellence   in   Scriptural   knowledge   at   a    preparatory   school   he   had   felt
  licensed   to   be   a   little more   unscrupulous   than   the   circle   he   moved   in。
  Much      might surely be excused to one who in early life could               give a list
  of seventeen trees mentioned in the Old            Testament。
  〃What sort of thing?〃asked Blenkinthrope; somewhat                  snappishly。
  〃A snake got into your hen…run yesterday morning and                  killed six out
  of   seven   pullets;   first   mesmerising   them    with   its   eyes   and   then   biting
  them as they stood        helpless。     The seventh pullet was one of that French
  sort; with feathers all over its eyes; so it escaped the          mesmeric snare; and
  just flew at what it could see of the        snake and pecked it to pieces。〃
  〃Thank you;〃 said Blenkinthrope stiffly; 〃it's a           very clever invention。
  If such a thing had really         happened in my poultry…run I admit I should
  have been       proud and interested to tell people about it。           But I'd     rather
  stick   to   fact;   even   if   it   is   plain   fact。〃 All   the same   his   mind   dwelt
  wistfully on the story of the Seventh            Pullet。    He could picture himself
  telling it in the train     amid the absorbed interest of his fellow…passengers。
  Unconsciously        all  sorts  of  little  details  and    improvements        began   to
  suggest themselves。
  Wistfulness was still his dominant mood when he took                 his seat in the
  railway carriage the  next   morning。           Opposite  him  sat   Stevenham;  who
  had attained to a       recognised brevet of importance through the fact of an
  uncle    having    dropped     dead   in  the   act  of  voting   at  a   Parliamentary
  election。     That had happened three years            ago; but Stevenham was still
  deferred to on all questions        of home and foreign politics。
  〃Hullo; how's the giant mushroom; or whatever it                was?〃 was all the
  notice Blenkinthrope got from his           fellow travellers。
  Young Duckby; whom he mildly disliked; speedily                  monopolised the
  general attention by an account of a          domestic bereavement。
  〃Had four young pigeons carried off last night by a              whacking big rat。
  Oh; a monster he must have been; you               could tell by the size of the hole
  he made breaking into         the loft。〃
  No    moderate…sized       rat  ever   seemed    to   carry   out  any    predatory
  operations in these regions; they were all           enormous in their enormity。
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  〃Pretty    hard    lines  that;〃   continued     Duckby;     seeing     that   he   had
  secured     the   attention    and   respect   of   the   company;       〃four   squeakers
  carried off at one swoop。          You'd     find it rather hard to match that in the
  way of unlooked… for bad luck。〃
  〃I had six pullets out of a pen of seven killed by a                snake yesterday
  afternoon;〃 said Blenkinthrope; in a           voice which he hardly recognised as
  his own。
  〃By a snake?〃 came in excited chorus。
  〃It fascinated them with its deadly; glittering           eyes; one after the other;
  and     struck   them     down     while     they    stood    helpless。     A    bedridden
  neighbour; who   wasn't         able   to call   for  assistance; witnessed   it   all   from
  her    bedroom window。〃
  〃Well; I never!〃 broke in the chorus; with            variations。
  〃The   interesting   part   of   it   is   about   the   seventh pullet;   the   one   that
  didn't   get   killed;〃   resumed     Blenkinthrope;   slowly   lighting   a   cigarette。
  His    diffidence had left him; and he was beginning to realise                  how safe
  and easy depravity can seem once one has the                  courage to begin。       〃The
  six dead birds were Minorcas; the             seventh was a Houdan with a mop of
  feathers   all   over   its eyes。     It   could   hardly   see   the   snake   at   all;   so   of
  course       it  wasn't    mesmerised       like   the   others。     It   just  could     see
  something   wriggling   on   the   ground;   and   went   for   it   and     pecked   it   to
  death。〃
  〃Well; I'm blessed!〃 exclaimed the chorus。
  In   the   course   of   the   next   few   days   Blenkinthrope    discovered   how
  little the loss of one's self…respect         affects one when one has gained the
  esteem   of   the   world。     His   story   found   its   way   into   one   of   the   poultry
  papers;     and was copied thence into a daily news…sheet as a matter                     of
  general interest。      A lady wrote from the North of            Scotland recounting a
  similar   episode   which   she   had     witnessed   as   occurring   between   a   stoat
  and a blind       grouse。     Somehow a lie seems so much less reprehensible
  when one can call it a lee。
  For awhile the adapter of the Seventh Pullet story               enjoyed to the full
  his altered standing as a person of           consequence; one who had had some
  share in the strange       e