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In a frenzy the Savage ran back to the house, seized it, whirled it.
野蠻人一發狂，跑回屋抓住鞭子，唰的一鞭，
The knotted cords bit into his flesh.
打了結的繩咬進了自己的肉。
"Strumpet! Strumpet!" he shouted at every blow as though it were Lenina (and how frantically, without knowing it, he wished it were),
“婊子！婊子！”每抽一鞭便大叫一聲，好像抽的是列寧娜，（他多么瘋狂地希望那就是列寧娜，自己卻沒有意識到，）
white, warm, scented, infamous Lenina that he was dogging thus.
白生生、暖烘烘、噴了香水的列寧娜！他就像這樣抽打著她，那不要臉的列寧娜。
"Strumpet!" And then, in a voice of despair,
“婊子！”然后是一種絕望的聲音說，
Oh,Linda, forgive me. Forgive me, God. I'm bad. I'm wicked. I'm … No, no, you strumpet, you strumpet!
啊，琳妲，原諒我，上帝呀，我講！我邪惡，我……不，不，你這個婊子！你這個婊子！
From his carefully constructed hide in the wood three hundred metres away, Darwin Bonaparte,
這整個過程已被感官電影公司最行家里手的大腕攝影師達爾文.波拿巴特觀察到了。
the Feely Corporation's most expert big game photographer had watched the whole proceedings.
他正躲在三百公尺以外精心建造的掩體里。
Patience and skill had been rewarded.
耐心與技巧獲得了報償。
He had spent three days sitting inside the bole of an artificial oak tree,
他在一棵偽裝橡樹的樹洞里坐了三天，
three nights crawling on his belly through the heather, hiding microphones in gorse bushes, burying wires in the soft grey sand.
在石南叢里爬了三夜，把麥克風埋藏在金雀花叢中，把電線埋在灰色的軟沙里。
Seventy-two hours of profound discomfort.
七十二小時里他備嘗了艱辛，
But now me great moment had come–the greatest, Darwin Bonaparte had time to reflect,
現在偉大的時刻來了，達爾文.波拿巴特在他的工具之間活動時想道。
as he moved among his instruments, the greatest since his taking of the famous all-howling stereoscopic feely of the gorillas' wedding.
這可是自從他拍攝了咆哮震天的立體感官電影猩猩的婚禮之后的最偉大的時刻，
"Splendid," he said to himself, as the Savage started his astonishing performance.
“精彩！”野蠻人一開始那驚人的表演，他就對自己說。
