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manalive-第40章

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〃All this may have driven me mad:  I am not sure。  I know there is one
angle of the road down the pass where the rock leans out a little;
and on window nights I seem to hear it clashing overhead with other rocks
yes; city against city and citadel against citadel; far up into the night。
It was on such an evening that the strange man struggled up the pass。
Broadly speaking; only strange men did struggle up the pass。
But I had never seen one like this one before。

〃He carried (I cannot conceive why) a long; dilapidated
garden rake; all bearded and bedraggled with grasses;
so that it looked like the ensign of some old barbarian tribe。
His hair; which was as long and rank as the grass; hung down
below his huge shoulders; and such clothes as clung about him
were rags and tongues of red and yellow; so that he had the air
of being dressed like an Indian in feathers or autumn leaves。
The rake or pitchfork; or whatever it was; he used sometimes
as an alpenstock; sometimes (I was told) as a weapon。
I do not know why he should have used it as a weapon; for he had;
and afterwards showed me; an excellent six…shooter in his pocket。
‘But THAT;' he said; ‘I use only for peaceful purposes。'
I have no notion what he meant。

〃He sat down on the rough bench outside my inn and drank some wine
from the vineyards below; sighing with ecstasy over it like one
who had travelled long among alien; cruel things and found at last
something that he knew。  Then he sat staring rather foolishly at
the rude lantern of lead and coloured glass that hangs over my door。
It is old; but of no value; my grandmother gave it to me long ago:
she was devout; and it happens that the glass is painted with a crude
picture of Bethlehem and the Wise Men and the Star。  He seemed
so mesmerized with the transparent glow of Our Lady's blue gown and
the big gold star behind; that he led me also to look at the thing;
which I had not done for fourteen years。

〃Then he slowly withdrew his eyes from this and looked out eastward
where the road fell away below us。  The sunset sky was a vault
of rich velvet; fading away into mauve and silver round the edges
of the dark mountain ampitheatre; and between us and the ravine below
rose up out of the deeps and went up into the heights the straight
solitary rock we call Green Finger。  Of a queer volcanic colour;
and wrinkled all over with what looks undecipherable writing;
it hung there like a Babylonian pillar or needle。

〃The man silently stretched out his rake in that direction;
and before he spoke I knew what he meant。  Beyond the great green
rock in the purple sky hung a single star。

〃‘A star in the east;' he said in a strange hoarse voice like one of our
ancient eagles'。 ‘The wise men followed the star and found the house。
But if I followed the star; should I find the house?'

〃‘It depends perhaps;' I said; smiling; ‘on whether you are a wise man。'
I refrained from adding that he certainly didn't look it。

〃‘You may judge for yourself;' he answered。  ‘I am a man who left his own
house because he could no longer bear to be away from it。'

〃‘It certainly sounds paradoxical;' I said。

〃‘I heard my wife and children talking and saw them moving
about the room;' he continued; ‘and all the time I knew
they were walking and talking in another house thousands
of miles away; under the light of different skies; and beyond
the series of the seas。  I loved them with a devouring love;
because they seemed not only distant but unattainable。
Never did human creatures seem so dear and so desirable:
but I seemed like a cold ghost; therefore I cast off
their dust from my feet for a testimony。  Nay; I did more。
I spurned the world under my feet so that it swung full circle
like a treadmill。'

〃‘Do you really mean;' I cried; ‘that you have come right round the world?
Your speech is English; yet you are coming from the west。'

〃‘My pilgrimage is not yet accomplished;' he replied sadly。
‘I have become a pilgrim to cure myself of being an exile。'

〃Something in the word ‘pilgrim' awoke down in the roots
of my ruinous experience memories of what my fathers had
felt about the world; and of something from whence I came。
I looked again at the little pictured lantern at which I had
not looked for fourteen years。

〃‘My grandmother;' I said in a low tone; ‘would have said that we
were all in exile; and that no earthly house could cure the holy
home…sickness that forbids us rest。'

〃He was silent a long while; and watched a single eagle drift
out beyond the Green Finger into the darkening void。

〃Then he said; ‘I think your grandmother was right;' and stood up
leaning on his grassy pole。  ‘I think that must be the reason;'
he said‘the secret of this life of man; so ecstatic and so unappeased。
But I think there is more to be said。  I think God has given us
the love of special places; of a hearth and of a native land;
for a good reason。'

〃‘I dare say;' I said。  ‘What reason?'

〃‘Because otherwise;' he said; pointing his pole out at the sky and the abyss;
‘we might worship that。'

〃‘What do you mean?'  I demanded。

〃‘Eternity;' he said in his harsh voice; ‘the largest of the idols
the mightiest of the rivals of God。'

〃‘You mean pantheism and infinity and all that;' I suggested。

〃‘I mean;' he said with increasing vehemence; ‘that if there be a house
for me in heaven it will either have a green lamp…post and a hedge;
or something quite as positive and personal as a green lamp…post
and a hedge。  I mean that God bade me love one spot and serve it;
and do all things however wild in praise of it; so that this one spot
might be a witness against all the infinities and the sophistries;
that Paradise is somewhere and not anywhere; is something and not anything。
And I would not be so very much surprised if the house in heaven had
a real green lamp…post after all。'

〃With which he shouldered his pole and went striding down
the perilous paths below; and left me alone with the eagles。
But since he went a fever of homelessness will often shake me。
I am troubled by rainy meadows and mud cabins that I have
never seen; and I wonder whether America will endure。
Yours faithfully; Louis Hara。〃


After a short silence Inglewood said:  〃And; finally; we desire
to put in as evidence the following document:


〃This is to say that I am Ruth Davis; and have been housemaid to
Mrs。 I。 Smith at ‘The Laurels' in Croydon for the last six months。
When I came the lady was alone; with two children; she was not a widow;
but her husband was away。  She was left with plenty of money and did not
seem disturbed about him; though she often hoped he would be back soon。
She said he was rather eccentric and a little change did him good。
One evening last week I was bringing the tea…things out on to the lawn
when I nearly dropped them。  The end of a long rake was suddenly stuck
over the hedge; and planted like a jumping…pole; and over the hedge;
just like a monkey on a stick; came a huge; horrible man; all hairy
and ragged like Robinson Crusoe。  I screamed out; but my mistress didn't
even get out of her chair; but smiled and said he wanted shaving。
Then he sat down quite calmly 
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