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THE menial staff of the Park Lane Hospital for the Dying consisted of one hundred and sixty-two Deltas
公園巷彌留醫(yī)院的體力勞動者共是一百六十二個德爾塔，
divided into two Bokanovsky Groups of eighty-four red headed female and seventy-eight dark dolychocephalic male twins, respectively.
分成兩個波坎諾夫斯基小組，其中有八十四個紅頭發(fā)的多生女和七十八個深色皮膚長臉型的多生男。
At six, when their working day was over,
六點鐘下班，
the two Groups assembled in the vestibule of the Hospital and were served by the Deputy Sub-Bursar with their soma ration.
兩個小組都在醫(yī)院走廊上集合，由會計助理發(fā)給他們每天的定量唆麻。
From the lift the Savage stepped out into the midst of them.
野蠻人從電梯出來，走進(jìn)人群，
But his mind was elsewhere–with death, with his grief, and his remorse;
但他的心還在別處——還跟死亡、憂傷和悔恨交織在一起。
mechanicaly, without consciousness of what he was doing, he began to shoulder his way through the crowd.
他只顧從人群里往外擠，并沒有意識到自己在做什么。
"Who are you pushing? Where do you think you're going?"
“你在擠誰呀？你以為自己在什么地方走呀？”
High, low, from a multitude of separate throats, only two voices squeaked or growled.
一大片喉嚨之中只有一高一低兩個喉嚨在說話，一個嬌氣，一個粗大。
Repeated indefinitely, as though by a train of mirrors, two faces, one a hairless and freckled moon haloed in orange,
兩類面孔，像在一大排鏡子里一樣無窮無盡地復(fù)現(xiàn)著，一類是長雀斑的沒有毛的月亮，被一個橘黃色光圈包圍；
the other a thin, beaked bird-mask,stubbly with two days' beard, turned angrily towards him.
另一個是瘦削的尖嘴的鳥臉，留了兩天的胡子碴；全都怒氣沖沖轉(zhuǎn)向他。
Their words and, in his ribs, the sharp nudging of elbows, broke through his unawareness.
兩人的話語和使勁抵在他肋骨上的手肘把他從混沌里驚醒了過來。
He woke once more to external reality, looked round him, knew what he saw–knew it, with a sinking sense of horror and disgust,
他再次回到了外在的現(xiàn)實。他向四面看了看，明白了他眼前是些什么——他是帶著一種墜落的恐怖和厭惡明白過來的。
for the recurrent delirium of his days and nights, the nightmare of swarming indistinguishable sameness.
他厭惡那日日夜夜反復(fù)出現(xiàn)的熱病，那些擁來擁去千篇一律的面孔所造成的夢魔。
Twins, twins. … Like maggots they had swarmed defilingly over the mystery of Linda's death.
多生子，多生子……他們像蛆蟲一樣在琳妲死亡的神秘里褻瀆地拱來拱去。
Maggots again, but larger, full grown, they now crawled across his grief and his repentance.
現(xiàn)在他面前又是蛆蟲，只是大多了，長成了人。
He halted and, with bewildered and horrified eyes, stared round him at the khaki mob,
現(xiàn)在他們正在他的憂傷和悔恨上爬來爬去。他停住腳，用迷惑、恐怖的眼光盯著周圍那群穿咔嘰的暴民。
in the midst of which, overtopping it by a full head, he stood.
他此刻正站在他們之間，比他們高出了足足一頭。
