The Story of the Siren

塞壬轶事

作者：E.M.Foster（发布于1920）

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Few things have been more beautiful than my note book on the Deist Controversy as it fell downward through the waters of the Mediterranean. It dived, like a piece of black slate, but opened soon, disclosing leaves of pale green, which quivered into blue. Now it had vanished, now it was a piece of magical india rubber stretching out to infinity, now it was a book again, but bigger than the book of all knowledge. It grew more fantastic as it reached the bottom, where a puff of sand welcomed it and obscured it from view. But it reappeared, quite sane though a little tremulous, lying decently open on its back, while unseen fingers fidgeted among its leaves.

Deist Controversy [ˈdiːɪst ˈkɒntrəvɜːsi] n. 自然神论争议(18世纪宗教辩论)

Mediterranean [ˌmedɪtəˈreɪniən] n. 地中海

slate [sleɪt] n. 石板

disclosing [dɪsˈkləʊzɪŋ] v. 展现(disclose的现在分词)

quivered [ˈkwɪvəd] v. 颤抖(quiver的过去式)

magical india rubber [ˈmædʒɪkəl ˈɪndiə ˈrʌbə] n. 有魔力的橡皮

puff [pʌf] n. 一阵，一团

sane [seɪn] adj. 清醒的，正常的

tremulous [ˈtremjələs] adj. 颤抖的

fidgeted [ˈfɪdʒɪtɪd] v. 不安地摆弄(fidget的过去式)

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"It is such a pity" said my aunt, "that you will not finish your work in the Hotel. Then you would be free to enjoy yourself and this would never have happened."

"Nothing of it but will change into something rich and strange," warbled the chaplain, while his sister said "Why it's gone into the water." As for the boatmen, one of them laughed, while the other, without a word of warning, stood up and began to take his clothes off.

"Holy Moses!" cried the Colonel. "Is the fellow mad?"

"Yes, thank him dear," said my aunt: "that is to say tell him he is very kind, but perhaps another time."

"All the same I do want my book back," I complained. "It's for my Fellowship Dissertation. There won't be much left of it by another time."

"I have an idea," said some woman or other through her parasol. "Let us leave this child of nature to dive for the book while we go on to the other grotto. We can land him either on this rock or on the ledge inside, and he will be ready when we return."

chaplain [ˈtʃæplɪn] n. (学校/军队的)牧师

warbled [ˈwɔːrbld] v. 用颤音唱(warble的过去式)

Colonel [ˈkɜːrnl] n. 上校

Fellowship Dissertation [ˈfeləʊʃɪp ˌdɪsəˈteɪʃn] n. 研究员论文

parasol [ˈpærəsɒl] n. 阳伞

grotto [ˈɡrɒtəʊ] n. 岩洞，洞穴

ledge [ledʒ] n. 岩架，突出的岩石

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The idea seemed good; and I improved it by saying I would be left behind too, to lighten the boat. So the two of us were deposited outside the little grotto on a great sunlit rock that guarded the harmonies within. Let us call them blue, though they suggest rather the spirit of what is clean, cleanliness passed from the domestic to the sublime, the cleanliness of all the sea gathered together and radiating light. The Blue Grotto at Capri contains only more blue water, not bluer water. That colour and that spirit is the heritage of every cave in the Mediterranean into which the sun can shine and the sea flow.

deposited [dɪˈpɒzɪtɪd] v. 被放置(deposit的过去式)

sublime [səˈblaɪm] adj. 崇高的

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As soon as the boat left I realised how imprudent I had been to trust myself on a sloping rock with an unknown Sicilian. With a jerk he became alive, seizing my arm and saying "Go to the end of the Grotto and I will show you something beautiful."

He made me jump off the rock on to the ledge over a dazzling crack of sea, he drew me away from the light till I was standing on the tiny beach of sand which emerged like powdered turquoise at the further end. There he left me with his clothes, and returned swiftly to the summit of the entrance-rock. For a moment he stood naked in the brilliant sun, looking down at the spot where the book lay. Then he crossed himself, raised his hands above his head, and dived.

imprudent [ɪmˈpruːdnt] adj. 轻率的，鲁莽的

sloping [ˈsləʊpɪŋ] adj. 倾斜的

Sicilian [sɪˈsɪliən] n. 西西里人

jerk [dʒɜːk] n. 猛然一动

turquoise [ˈtɜːkwɔɪz] n. 绿松石

summit [ˈsʌmɪt] n. 顶端

crossed himself [krɒst hɪmˈself] phr. 画十字(祈祷动作)

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If the book was wonderful, the man is past all description. His effect was that of a silver statue, alive beneath the sea, through whom life throbbed in blue and green. Something infinitely happy, infinitely wise—but it was impossible that it should emerge from the depths sunburnt and dripping, holding the note book on the Deist Controversy between its teeth.