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I went down to supper. After sitting a long time listening to the long stories of some sailors who had just come from a plum-pudding voyage, as they called it;
我獨自下樓去吃飯。幾個剛剛進行了葡萄干布了航行—這是水手們通行的叫法，指在赤道以北的大西洋中所做的短距離捕鯨航行—的水手們正講著海上的故事，他們講得滔滔不絕，
after listening to these plum-puddingers till nearly eleven o'clock, I went up stairs to go to bed,
我聽得也津津有味，到夜里十一點的時候，我想該上樓去了。
feeling quite sure by this time Queequeg must certainly have brought his Ramadan to a termination.
可讓我吃驚的是，魁魁格還那樣呆坐著！他這么坐了一天了，我真有點生氣了。
But no; there he was just where I had left him; he had not stirred an inch. I began to grow vexed with him;
“魁魁格，你動一動吧，吃點飯，別糟踏自己了，你會死的，魁魁格！” 他好像什么也沒聽見，一動不動。
it seemed so downright senseless and insane to be sitting there all day and half the night on his hams in a cold room, holding a piece of wood on his head.
算了，我自己先睡吧。上床前，我把那件又沉又厚的熊度外套披在了他身上。
