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by Isaac Asimov
"Oh, yes," said Dr. Phineas Welch, "I can bring back the spirits of the illustrious dead."
He was a little drunk, or maybe he wouldn't have said it. Of course, it was perfectly3 all right to get a little drunk at the annual Christmas party.
Scott Robertson, the school's young English instructor4, adjusted his glasses and looked to right and left to see if they were overheard. "Really, Dr. Welch."
"I mean it. And not just the spirits. I bring back the bodies, too."
"I wouldn't have said it were possible," said Robertson primly5.
"Why not? A simple matter of temporal transference."
"You mean time travel? But that's quite-uh-unusual."
"Not if you know how."
"Well, how, Dr. Welch?"
"Think I'm going to tell you?" asked the physicist6 gravely. He looked vaguely7 about for another drink and didn't find any. He said, "I brought quite a few back. Archimedes, Newton, Galileo. Poor fellows."
"Didn't they like it here? I should think they'd have been fascinated by our modern science," said Robertson. He was beginning to enjoy the conversation.
"Oh, they were. They were. Especially Archimedes. I thought he'd go mad with joy at first after I explained a little of it in some Greek I'd boned up on, but no-no-"
"What was wrong?"
"Just a different culture. They couldn't get used to our way of life. They got terribly lonely and frightened. I had to send them back."
"That's too bad."
"Yes. Great minds, but not flexible minds. Not universal. So I tried Shakespeare."
"What?" yelled Robertson.
"Don't yell, my boy," said Welch. "It's bad manners."
"Did you say you brought back Shakespeare?"
"I did. I needed someone with a universal mind; someone who knew people well enough to be able to live with them centuries away from his own time. Shakespeare was the man. I've got his signature. As a memento8, you know."
"On you?" asked Robertson, eyes bugging9.
"Right here." Welch fumbled10 in one vest pocket after another. "Ah, here it is."
A little piece of pasteboard was passed to the instructor. On one side it said: "L. Klein & Sons, Wholesale11 Hardware." On the other side, in straggly script, was written, "William Shakesper."
A wild surmise12 filled Robertson. "What did he look like?"
"Not like his pictures. Bald and an ugly mustache. He spoke13 in a thick brogue. Of course, I did my best to please him with our times. I told him we thought highly of his plays and still put them on the boards. In fact, I said we thought they were the greatest pieces of literature in the English language, maybe in any language."
"Good. Good," said Robertson breathlessly.
"I said people had written volumes of commentaries on his plays. Naturally he wanted to see one and I got one for him from the library."
"And?"
"Oh, he was fascinated. Of course, he had trouble with the current idioms and references to events since 1600, but I helped out. Poor fellow. I don't think he ever expected such treatment. He kept saying, 'God ha' mercy! What cannot be racked from words in five centuries? One could wring14, methinks, a flood from a damp clout15!'"
"He wouldn't say that."
"Why not? He wrote his plays as quickly as he could. He said he had to on account of the deadlines. He wrote Hamlet in less than six months. The plot was an old one. He just polished it up."
"That's all they do to a telescope mirror. Just polish it up," said the English instructor indignantly.
The physicist disregarded him. He made out an untouched cocktail16 on the bar some feet away and sidled toward it. "I told the immortal bard that we even gave college courses in Shakespeare."
"I give one."
"I know. I enrolled17 him in your evening extension course. I never saw a man so eager to find out what people thought of him as poor Bill was. He worked hard at it."
"You enrolled William Shakespeare in my course?" mumbled18 Robertson. Even as an alcholic fantasy, the thought staggered him. And was it an alcoholic19 fantasy? He was beginning to recall a bald man with a queer way of talking....
"Not under his real name, of course," said Dr. Welch. "Never mind what he went under. It was a mistake, that's all. A big mistake. Poor fellow." He had the cocktail now and shook his head at it.
"Why was it a mistake? What happened?"
"I had to send him back to 1600," roared Welch indignantly. "How much humiliation20 do you think a man can stand?"
"What humiliation are you talking about?"
Dr. Welch tossed off the cocktail. "Why, you poor simpleton, you failed him."
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adj.不朽的;永生的,不死的;神的 | |
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2 bard | |
n.吟游诗人 | |
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3 perfectly | |
adv.完美地,无可非议地,彻底地 | |
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4 instructor | |
n.指导者,教员,教练 | |
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5 primly | |
adv.循规蹈矩地,整洁地 | |
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6 physicist | |
n.物理学家,研究物理学的人 | |
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7 vaguely | |
adv.含糊地,暖昧地 | |
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8 memento | |
n.纪念品,令人回忆的东西 | |
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9 bugging | |
[法] 窃听 | |
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10 fumbled | |
(笨拙地)摸索或处理(某事物)( fumble的过去式和过去分词 ); 乱摸,笨拙地弄; 使落下 | |
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n.批发;adv.以批发方式;vt.批发,成批出售 | |
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12 surmise | |
v./n.猜想,推测 | |
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13 spoke | |
n.(车轮的)辐条;轮辐;破坏某人的计划;阻挠某人的行动 v.讲,谈(speak的过去式);说;演说;从某种观点来说 | |
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n.扭绞;v.拧,绞出,扭 | |
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15 clout | |
n.用手猛击;权力,影响力 | |
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16 cocktail | |
n.鸡尾酒;餐前开胃小吃;混合物 | |
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adj.入学登记了的v.[亦作enrol]( enroll的过去式和过去分词 );登记,招收,使入伍(或入会、入学等),参加,成为成员;记入名册;卷起,包起 | |
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含糊地说某事,叽咕,咕哝( mumble的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
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19 alcoholic | |
adj.(含)酒精的,由酒精引起的;n.酗酒者 | |
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n.羞辱 | |
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