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"Splendid!" He kept his telescopic cameras carefully aimed–glued to their moving objective;
“精彩片他小心地調著望遠攝影機的鏡頭，盯緊了那移動著的對象。
clapped on a higher power to get a close-up of the frantic and distorted face (admirable!);
他開動了更大的功率，逼近拍攝了一個瘋狂歪扭的面部特寫（太好了?。?；
switched over, for half a minute, to slow motion (an exquisitely comical effect, he promised himself);
隨即轉為半分鐘慢鏡頭（他向自己保證會產生絕妙的喜劇效果），
listened in, meanwhile, to the blows, the groans, the wild and raving words that were being recorded on the sound-track at the edge of his film,
同時細聽著記錄在他的膠片邊上的鞭打聲、呻吟聲和囈語聲。
tried the effect of a little amplification (yes, that was decidedly better);
他把那聲音稍微放大一點聽了聽（喔，精彩多了，絕對）
was delighted to hear, in a momentary lull, the shrill singing of a lark;
而在暫時的平靜里他又聽見了一只云雀的尖聲歡叫，
wished the Savage would turn round so that he could get a good close-up of the blood on his back–and almost instantly (what astonishing luck!)
他感到很高興；他希望野蠻人會轉過身子，讓他給他背上的血痕拍個漂亮的特寫——而幾乎就在他轉念之間（多么驚人的幸運?。?/p>
the accommodating fellow did turn round, and he was able to take a perfect close-up.
那位通情達理的家伙竟真地轉過了身子，讓他拍了一個十全十美的特寫。
"Well, that was grand!" he said to himself when it was all over.
“噢，了不起片拍完之后他自言自語說，
"Really grand!" He mopped his face.
“的確是了不起！”他擦著臉。
When they had put in the feely effects at the studio, it would be a wonderful film.
到攝影棚配上感官效果準會成為一部精彩的電影的。
Almost as good, thought Darwin Bonaparte, as the Sperm Whale's Love-Life–and that, by Ford, was saying a good deal!
幾乎跟《抹香鯨的愛情生活》一樣捧，達爾文.波拿巴特想道——而那，福帝呀！說明的問題可就多了！
Twelve days later The Savage of Surrey had been released and could be seen,
十二天以后《蘇瑞郡的野蠻人》已經放映，
heard and felt in every first-class feely-palace in Western Europe.
可以在西歐任何一家一流的電影宮里看見、聽見和感覺到。
The effect of Darwin Bonaparte's film was immediate and enormous.
達爾文.波拿巴特的影片立即產生了效果，巨大的效果。
On the afternoon which followed the evening of its release John's rustic solitude was suddenly broken by the arrival overhead of a great swarm of helicopters.
電影放映后的當天黃昏，約翰在鄉下的孤獨突然被頭上一窩蜂出現的直升機打破了。
He was digging in his garden–digging, too, in his own mind, laboriously turning up the substance of his thought.
他在他的園子里挖地——一邊挖地，一邊挖掘著自己的心，苦苦翻掘著他的思想的實質。
Death–and he drove in his spade once, and again, and yet again.
死亡——他鏟了一鏟子，又鏟了一鏟子，又是一鏟子。
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death.
我們所有的昨天，不過是替傻子們照亮了到死亡的土壤中去的路。
