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He realized to his dismay that, absorbed in the whittling of his bow,
他惶惑地意識到，在他沉溺于削制弓體的時候，
he had forgotten what he had sworn to himself he would constantly remember–poor Linda,
竟然忘記了自己發過誓要隨時記住的東西——可憐的琳妲，
and his own murderous unkindness to her, and those loathsome twins, swarming like lice across the mystery of her death,
自己對妲那兇狠的冷酷，還有那些在她死亡的神秘環境里像虱子一樣爬來爬去的討厭的多生子。
insulting, with their presence, not merely his own grief and repentance, but the very gods themselves.
他們的存在不僅侮辱著他的哀傷和悔恨，而且侮辱了神明。
He had sworn to remember, he had sworn unceasingly to make amends.
他曾經發誓要記住這些，而且要不斷做出補償。
And there was he, sitting happily over his bow-stave, singing, actually singing. …
可現在他卻在削制弓體的時候競唱起歌來了，的確唱了……
He went indoors, opened the box of mustard, and put some water to boil on the fire.
他進了屋子，打開齊末盒，放進了一些水，在火上煮了起來。
Half an hour later, three Delta-Minus landworkers from one of the Puttenham Bokanovsky Groups happened to be driving to Elstead and,
半小時以后，從帕特南同一波坎諾夫斯基小組來的三個德爾塔減農民到愛爾絲特去，
at the top of the hill, were astonished to see a young man standing 0utside the abandoned lighthouse stripped to the waist and hitting himself with a whip of knotted cords.
偶然看見一個年輕人在山頂上廢棄的燈塔外面，光著上身，用一根打結的繩子鞭打著自己。
His back was horizontally streaked with crimson, and from weal to weal ran thin trickles of blood.
背上橫著猩紅的鞭痕，一條條鞭痕滴著縷縷的鮮血。
The driver of the lorry pulled up at the side of the road and, with his two companions, stared open-mouthed at the extraordinary spectacle.
卡車司機在路邊停了車，跟他的兩個同伴一起搭拉了下巴，盯著看這個罕見的奇景。
One, two three–they counted the strokes.
一、二。三，他們數著。
After the eighth, the young man interrupted his self-punishment to run to the wood's edge and there be violently sick.
打到第八鞭年輕人停止了自我懲戒，跑到樹林邊去，猛烈地嘔吐起來，
When he had finished, he picked up the whip and began hitting himself again. Nine, ten, eleven, twelve …
嘔吐完了，回來又抓起鞭子狠打。九、十、十、十二……
"Ford!" whispered the driver. And his twins were of the same opinion.
“福帝！”駕駛員低聲說，他的弟兄們也有同感。
"Fordey!" they said.
“福帝呀！”他們都說。
