RoaldDahlManFromtheSouth剖析.docx

1、RoaldDahlManFromtheSouth剖析Man From the SouthBY ROALD DAHLIt was getting on toward six oclock so I thought Id buy myself a beer and go out and sit in a deck chair by the swimming pool and have a little evening sun.I went to the bar and got the beer and carried it outside and wandered down the garden

2、toward the pool.It was a fine garden with lawns and beds of azaleas and tall coconut palms, and the wind was blowing strongly through the tops of the palm trees making the leaves hiss and crackle as though they were on fire. I could see the clusters of big brown nuts handing down underneath the leav

3、es.There were plenty of deck chairs around the swimming pool and there were white tables and huge brightly colored umbrellas and sunburned men and women sitting around in bathing suits. In the pool itself there were three or four girls and about a dozen boys, all splashing about and making a lot of

4、noise and throwing a large rubber ball at one another.I stood watching them. The girls were English girls from the hotel. The boys I didnt know about, but they sounded American and I thought they were probably naval cadets whod come ashore from the U.S. naval training vessel which had arrived in the

5、 harbor that morning.I went over and sat down under a yellow umbrella where there were four empty seats, and I poured my beer and settled back comfortably with a cigarette.It was very pleasant sitting there in the sunshine with beer and a cigarette. It was pleasant to sit and watch the bathers splas

6、hing about in the green water.The American sailors were getting on nicely with the English girls. Theyd reached the stage where they were diving under the water and tipping them up by their legs.Just then I noticed a small, oldish man walking briskly around the edge of the pool. He was immaculately

7、dressed in a white suit and he walked very quickly with little bouncing strides, pushing himself high up onto his toes with each step. He had on a large creamy Panama hat, and he came bouncing along the side of the pool, looking at the people and the chairs.He stopped beside me and smiled, showing t

8、wo rows of very small, uneven teeth, slightly tarnished. I smiled back.“Excuse pleess, but may I sit here?”“Certainly,” I said. “Go ahead.”He bobbed around to the back of the chair and inspected it for safety, then he sat down and crossed his legs. His white buckskin shows had little holes punched a

9、ll over them for ventilation.“A fine evening,” he said. “They are all evenings fine here in Jamaica.” I couldnt tell if the accent were Italian or Spanish, but I felt fairly sure he was some sort of a South American. And old too, when you saw him close. Probably around sixty-eight or seventy.“Yes,”

10、I said. “It is wonderful here, isnt it.”“And who, might I ask are all dese? Dese is no hotel people.” He was pointing at the bathers in the pool.“I think theyre American sailors,” I told him. “Theyre Americans who are learning to be sailors.”“Of course dey are Americans. Who else in de world is goin

11、g to make as much noise as dat? You are not American, no?”“No,” I said. “I am not.”Suddenly one of the American cadets was standing in front of us. He was dripping wet from the pool and one of the English girls was standing there with him.“Are these chairs taken?” he said.“No,” I answered.“Mind if I

12、 sit down?”“Go ahead.”“Thanks,” he said. He had a towel in his hand and when he sat down he unrolled it and produced a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. He offered the cigarettes to the girl and she refused; then he offered them to me and I took one. The little man said, “Tank you, no, but I tink I

13、have a cigar.” He pulled out a crocodile case and got himself a cigar, then he produced a knife which had a small scissors in it and he snipped the end off the cigar.“Here, let me give you a light.” The American boy held up his lighter.“Dat will not work in dis wind.”“Sure, itll work. It always work

14、s.”The little man removed his unlighted cigar from his mouth, cocked his head on one side and looked at the boy.“All-ways?” he said softly.“Sure, it never fails. Not with me anyway.”The little mans head was still cocked over on one side and he was still watching the boy. “Well, well. So you say dis

15、famous lighter it never fails. Iss dat you say?”“Sure,” the boy said. “Thats right.” He was about nineteen or twenty with a long freckled face and a rather sharp birdlike nose. His chest was not very sunburned and there were freckles there too, and a few wisps of pale-reddish hair. He was holding th

16、e lighter in his right hand, ready to flip the wheel. “It never fails,” he said, smiling now because he was purposely exaggerating his little boast. “I promise you it never fails.”“One momint, pleess.” The hand that held the cigar came up high, palm outward, as though it were stopping traffic. “Now

17、juss one momint.” He had a curiously soft, toneless voice and he kept looking at the boy all the time.“Shall we not perhaps make a little bet on dat?” He smiled at the boy. “Shall we not make a little bet on whether your lighter lights?”“Sure, Ill bet,” the boy said. “Why not?”“You like to bet?”“Sur

18、e, Ill always bet.”The man paused and examined his cigar, and I must say I didnt much like the way he was behaving. It seemed he was already trying to make something out of this, and to embarrass the boy, and at the same time I had the feeling he was relishing a private little secret all his own.He

19、looked up again at the boy and said slowly, “I like to bet, too. Why we dont have a good bet on dis ting? A good big bet?“Now wait a minute,” the boy said. “I cant do that. But Ill bet you a dollar, or whatever it is over here-some shillings, I guess.”The little man waved his hand again. “Listen to

20、me. Now we have some fun. We make a bet. Den we go up to my room here in de hotel where iss no wind and I bet you you cannot light dis famous lighter of yours ten times running without missing once.”“Ill bet I can,” the boy said.“All right. Good. We make a bet, yes?”“Sure. Ill bet you a buck.”“No, n

21、o. I make you very good bet. I am rich man and I am sporting man also. Listen to me. Outside de hotel iss my car. Iss very fine car. American car from your country. Cadillac-”“Hey, now. Wait a minute.” The boy leaned back in his deck chair and he laughed. “I cant put up that sort of property. This i

22、s crazy.”“Not crazy at all. You strike lighter successfully ten times running and Cadillac is yours. You like to have dis Cadillac, yes?”“Sure, Id like to have a Cadillac.” The boy was still grinning.“All right. Fine. We make a bet and I put up my Cadillac.”“And what do I put up?”“The little man car

23、efully removed the red band from his still unlighted cigar. “I never ask you, my friend, to bet something you cannot afford. You understand?”“Then what do I bet?”“I make it very easy for you, yes?”“Okay. You make it easy.”“Some small ting you can afford to give away, and if you did happen to lose it

24、 you would not feel too bad. Right?”“Such as what?”“Such as, perhaps, de little finger of your left hand.”“My what! The boy stopped grinning.“Yes. Why not? You win, you take de car. You looss, I take de finger.”“I dont get it. How dyou mean, you take the finger?”“I chop it off.”“Jumping jeepers! Tha

25、ts a crazy bet. I think Ill just make it a dollar.”The man leaned back, spread out his hands palms upward and gave a tiny contemptuous shrug of the shoulders. “Well, well, well,” he said. “I do not understand. You say it lights but you will not bet. Den we forget it, yes?”The boy sat quite still, st

26、aring at the bathers in the pool. Then he remembered suddenly he hadnt lighted his cigarette. He put it between his lips, cupped his hands around the lighter and flipped the wheel. The wick lighted and burned with a small, steady, yellow flame and the way he held his hands the wind didnt get to it a

27、t all.“Could I have a light, too?” I said.“Gee, Im sorry. I forgot you didnt have one.”I held out my hand for the lighter, but he stood up and came over to do it for me.“Thank you,” I said, and he returned to his seat.“You having a good time?” I asked.“Fine,” he answered. “Its pretty nice here.”Ther

28、e was a silence then, and I could see that the little man has succeeded in disturbing the boy with his absurd proposal. He was sitting there very still, and it was obvious that a small tension was beginning to build up inside him. Then he started shifting about in his seat, and rubbing his chest, an

29、d stroking the back of his neck, and finally he placed both hands on his knees and began tapping his fingers against his knee-caps. Soon he was tapping with one of his feet as well.“Now just let me check up on this bet of yours,” he said at last. “You say we go up to your room and if I make this lig

30、hter light ten times running I win a Cadillac. If it misses just once then I forfeit the little finger of my left hand. Is that right?”“Certainly. Dat is de bet. But I tink you are afraid.”“What do we do if I lose? Do I have to hold my finger out while you chop it off?”“Oh, no! Dat would be no good.

31、 And you might be tempted to refuse to hold it out. What I should do I should tie one of your hands to de table before we started and I should stand dere with a knife ready to go chop de momint your lighter missed.”“What year is the Cadillac?” the boy asked.“Excuse. I not understand.”“What year-how old is the Cadillac?”“Ah! How old? Yes. It is last year. Quite now car. But I see you are not betting man. Americans never are.”The boy paused for just a moment and he glanced first at the English girl, then at me. “Yes,” he said