THE LOTTERY美国文学.docx

1、THE LOTTERY美国文学The Lotteryby Shirley JacksonThe morning of June 27th was clear and sunny, with the fresh warmth of a full-summer day; the flowers were blossoming profusely and the grass was richly green. The people of the village began to gather in the square, between the post office and the bank, a

2、round ten oclock; in some towns there were so many people that the lottery took two days and had to be started on June 2th. but in this village, where there were only about three hundred people, the whole lottery took less than two hours, so it could begin at ten oclock in the morning and still be t

3、hrough in time to allow the villagers to get home for noon dinner. The children assembled first, of course. School was recently over for the summer, and the feeling of liberty sat uneasily on most of them; they tended to gather together quietly for a while before they broke into boisterous play. and

4、 their talk was still of the classroom and the teacher, of books and reprimands. Bobby Martin had already stuffed his pockets full of stones, and the other boys soon followed his example, selecting the smoothest and roundest stones; Bobby and Harry Jones and Dickie Delacroix- the villagers pronounce

5、d this name Dellacroy-eventually made a great pile of stones in one corner of the square and guarded it against the raids of the other boys. The girls stood aside, talking among themselves, looking over their shoulders at the boys. and the very small children rolled in the dust or clung to the hands

6、 of their older brothers or sisters. Soon the men began to gather. surveying their own children, speaking of planting and rain, tractors and taxes. They stood together, away from the pile of stones in the corner, and their jokes were quiet and they smiled rather than laughed. The women, wearing fade

7、d house dresses and sweaters, came shortly after their menfolk. They greeted one another and exchanged bits of gossip as they went to join their husbands. Soon the women, standing by their husbands, began to call to their children, and the children came reluctantly, having to be called four or five

8、times. Bobby Martin ducked under his mothers grasping hand and ran, laughing, back to the pile of stones. His father spoke up sharply, and Bobby came quickly and took his place between his father and his oldest brother. The lottery was conducted-as were the square dances, the teen club, the Hallowee

9、n program-by Mr. Summers. who had time and energy to devote to civic activities. He was a round-faced, jovial man and he ran the coal business, and people were sorry for him. because he had no children and his wife was a scold. When he arrived in the square, carrying the black wooden box, there was

10、a murmur of conversation among the villagers, and he waved and called. Little late today, folks. The postmaster, Mr. Graves, followed him, carrying a three- legged stool, and the stool was put in the center of the square and Mr. Summers set the black box down on it. The villagers kept their distance

11、, leaving a space between themselves and the stool. and when Mr. Summers said, Some of you fellows want to give me a hand? there was a hesitation before two men. Mr. Martin and his oldest son, Baxter. came forward to hold the box steady on the stool while Mr. Summers stirred up the papers inside it.

12、 The original paraphernalia for the lottery had been lost long ago, and the black box now resting on the stool had been put into use even before Old Man Warner, the oldest man in town, was born. Mr. Summers spoke frequently to the villagers about making a new box, but no one liked to upset even as m

13、uch tradition as was represented by the black box. There was a story that the present box had been made with some pieces of the box that had preceded it, the one that had been constructed when the first people settled down to make a village here. Every year, after the lottery, Mr. Summers began talk

14、ing again about a new box, but every year the subject was allowed to fade off without anythings being done. The black box grew shabbier each year: by now it was no longer completely black but splintered badly along one side to show the original wood color, and in some places faded or stained. Mr. Ma

15、rtin and his oldest son, Baxter, held the black box securely on the stool until Mr. Summers had stirred the papers thoroughly with his hand. Because so much of the ritual had been forgotten or discarded, Mr. Summers had been successful in having slips of paper substituted for the chips of wood that

16、had been used for generations. Chips of wood, Mr. Summers had argued. had been all very well when the village was tiny, but now that the population was more than three hundred and likely to keep on growing, it was necessary to use something that would fit more easily into he black box. The night bef

17、ore the lottery, Mr. Summers and Mr. Graves made up the slips of paper and put them in the box, and it was then taken to the safe of Mr. Summers coal company and locked up until Mr. Summers was ready to take it to the square next morning. The rest of the year, the box was put way, sometimes one plac

18、e, sometimes another; it had spent one year in Mr. Gravess barn and another year underfoot in the post office. and sometimes it was set on a shelf in the Martin grocery and left there. There was a great deal of fussing to be done before Mr. Summers declared the lottery open. There were the lists to

19、make up-of heads of families. heads of households in each family. members of each household in each family. There was the proper swearing-in of Mr. Summers by the postmaster, as the official of the lottery; at one time, some people remembered, there had been a recital of some sort, performed by the

20、official of the lottery, a perfunctory. tuneless chant that had been rattled off duly each year; some people believed that the official of the lottery used to stand just so when he said or sang it, others believed that he was supposed to walk among the people, but years and years ago this p3rt of th

21、e ritual had been allowed to lapse. There had been, also, a ritual salute, which the official of the lottery had had to use in addressing each person who came up to draw from the box, but this also had changed with time, until now it was felt necessary only for the official to speak to each person a

22、pproaching. Mr. Summers was very good at all this; in his clean white shirt and blue jeans. with one hand resting carelessly on the black box. he seemed very proper and important as he talked interminably to Mr. Graves and the Martins. Just as Mr. Summers finally left off talking and turned to the a

23、ssembled villagers, Mrs. Hutchinson came hurriedly along the path to the square, her sweater thrown over her shoulders, and slid into place in the back of the crowd. Clean forgot what day it was, she said to Mrs. Delacroix, who stood next to her, and they both laughed softly. Thought my old man was

24、out back stacking wood, Mrs. Hutchinson went on. and then I looked out the window and the kids was gone, and then I remembered it was the twenty-seventh and came a-running. She dried her hands on her apron, and Mrs. Delacroix said, Youre in time, though. Theyre still talking away up there. Mrs. Hutc

25、hinson craned her neck to see through the crowd and found her husband and children standing near the front. She tapped Mrs. Delacroix on the arm as a farewell and began to make her way through the crowd. The people separated good-humoredly to let her through: two or three people said. in voices just

26、 loud enough to be heard across the crowd, Here comes your, Missus, Hutchinson, and Bill, she made it after all. Mrs. Hutchinson reached her husband, and Mr. Summers, who had been waiting, said cheerfully. Thought we were going to have to get on without you, Tessie. Mrs. Hutchinson said. grinning, W

27、ouldnt have me leave mdishes in the sink, now, would you. Joe?, and soft laughter ran through the crowd as the people stirred back into position after Mrs. Hutchinsons arrival. Well, now. Mr. Summers said soberly, guess we better get started, get this over with, sos we can go back to work. Anybody a

28、int here? Dunbar. several people said. Dunbar. Dunbar. Mr. Summers consulted his list. Clyde Dunbar. he said. Thats right. Hes broke his leg, hasnt he? Whos drawing for him? Me. I guess, a woman said. and Mr. Summers turned to look at her. Wife draws for her husband. Mr. Summers said. Dont you have

29、a grown boy to do it for you, Janey? Although Mr. Summers and everyone else in the village knew the answer perfectly well, it was the business of the official of the lottery to ask such questions formally. Mr. Summers waited with an expression of polite interest while Mrs. Dunbar answered. Horaces n

30、ot but sixteen vet. Mrs. Dunbar said regretfully. Guess I gotta fill in for the old man this year. Right. Sr. Summers said. He made a note on the list he was holding. Then he asked, Watson boy drawing this year? A tall boy in the crowd raised his hand. Here, he said. I m drawing for my mother and me

31、. He blinked his eyes nervously and ducked his head as several voices in the crowd said thin#s like Good fellow, lack. and Glad to see your mothers got a man to do it. Well, Mr. Summers said, guess thats everyone. Old Man Warner make it? Here, a voice said. and Mr. Summers nodded. A sudden hush fell

32、 on the crowd as Mr. Summers cleared his throat and looked at the list. All ready? he called. Now, Ill read the names-heads of families first-and the men come up and take a paper out of the box. Keep the paper folded in your hand without looking at it until everyone has had a turn. Everything clear? The people had done it so many times that they only half listened to the directions: most of them were quiet. wetting their lips. not looking around. Then Mr. Summers raised one hand high and said, Adams. A man disengaged himself from the crowd and came forw