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其次谈到个人主义，尤其是个人，那也布尔乔亚，所以定要铲除。你得淹没在更伟大的东西下面。在苏维埃社会主义下面。甚至有机体也是布尔乔亚，所以。归高理想机械。机械是唯一个体的、无机体的东西。由许多不同的但都是基要的部分组合而成。每个人都是机械的一部分。这机器的推动力是仇恨……对布尔乔亚的仇恨。'在我看来，波尔雪维克主义便是之样。" Absolutely!' said Tommy. But also, it seems to me a perfect description of the whole of the industrial ideal. It's the factory-owner's ideal in a nut-shell; except that he would deny that the driving power was hate. Hate it is, all the same; hate of life itself. Just look at these Midlands, if it isn't plainly written up...but it's all part of the life of the mind, it's a logical development.' " 的确！"康米说，"但是你这篇话，我觉得也可以作为工业理想的确切写照；简言之，那便是工厂主人的理想，不过他定要否认推动力是仇恨罢了。然而推动力的确是仇恨；驿于生命本身的仇恨。瞧瞧米德兰这些地方罢，不是到处都是仇恨么，但那是精神生活的一部分；那是台乎逻辑的发展。" I deny that Bolshevism is logical, it rejects the major part of the premisses,' said Hammond. " 我否认波尔雪维克主义是合乎逻辑的，它根本就反对前提上的大前提。"韩蒙说道。 My dear man, it allows the material premiss; so does the pure mind...exclusively.' " 但是，亲爱的朋友，它却不反对物质的前提；纯粹的精神主义也不反对这物质的前提……甚至只有这物质的前提它才接受呢。" At least Bolshevism has got down to rock bottom,' said Charlie. " 无论如何，波尔雪维克主义已经达到事物的绝底了。"查里说。 
绝底！那是无底的底！波尔雪维克主义者不久便要有世界上最精的、机械设备最佳的军队了。" But this thing can't go on...this hate business. There must be a reaction...' said Hammond. " 但是这种仇恨的状态是不能持久下去的，那定要引起反动的……。"韩蒙说。 Well, we've been waiting for years...we wait longer. Hate's a growing thing like anything else. It's the inevitable outcome of forcing ideas on to life, of forcing one's deepest instincts; our deepest feelings we force according to certain ideas. We drive ourselves with a formula, like a machine. The logical mind pretends to rule the roost, and the roost turns into pure hate. We're all Bolshevists, only we are hypocrites. The Russians are Bolshevists without hypocrisy.' " 那，我们已经等候多年了……我们还要再等呢．。份恨是和别的东西一样日见滋长的。那是我们的最深固的天性受了强暴的必然结果；我们强迫我们的最深固的感情，去适合某种理想。我们用一种公式推动我们自己，象推动一部机械一样，逻辑的精神自以为可以领导一切，而一节却变成纯粹的·仇恨了。我们都是波尔雪维克主义者，不过我们假仁假交罢了。俄国人是不假仁假义的波尔雪维克主义者。" But there are many other ways,' said Hammond, than the Soviet way. The Bolshevists aren't really intelligent.' " 但是除了苏维埃这条路外，还有许多其他的路呀。"韩蒙说，"波尔雪维克主义者们实在是不聪明的。" Of course not. But sometimes it's intelligent to be half-witted: if you want to make your end. Personally, I consider Bolshevism half-witted; but so do I consider our social life in the west half-witted. So I even consider our far-famed mental life half-witted. We're all as cold as cretins, we're all as passionless as idiots. We're all of us Bolshevists, only we give it another name. We think we're gods...men like gods! It's just the same as Bolshevism. One has to be human, and have a heart and a penis if one is going to escape being either a god or a Bolshevist...for they are the same thing: they're both too good to be true.' " 当然不，但是如果你想达到某种目的，有时候愚蠢是一种聪明方法。我个人认为波尔雪维主义者，不过我们另起一个名称罢了。我们相信我们是神……象神一样的人！波尔雪维克主义者，我们便得有人性，有心，有生殖器……因为神和波尔雪维克主义者都是一样的：他们太好了，所以就不真实了。" 
大家正在不满意的沉默着，巴里突然不安地问道： You do believe in love then, Tommy, don't you?' " 那么你相信爱情罢，唐米，是不是？" You lovely lad!' said Tommy. No, my cherub, nine times out of ten, no! Love's another of those half-witted performances today. Fellows with swaying waists fucking little jazz girls with small boy buttocks, like two collar studs! Do you mean that sort of love? Or the joint-property, make-a-success-of-it, My-husband-my-wife sort of love? No, my fine fellow, I don't believe in it at all!' " 可爱的孩子！"唐米说，"不，我的小天使，十有九我不相信；爱情在今日也不过有许多愚蠢的把戏中之一种罢了。那些娇媚态的登徒于们，和那些喜欢'爵士'舞，屁股小得象领钮般的小妮于们苟合，你是说这种爱情呢？还是那种财产共有，指望成功，我的丈夫我的太太的爱情呢？不，我的好朋友，'我一点儿也不相信！" But you do believe in something?' " 但是你总相信点什么东西罢？" Me? Oh, intellectually I believe in having a good heart, a chirpy penis, a lively intelligence, and the courage to say "shit!" in front of a lady.' " 我？啊，理智地说来，我相信要有一个好心，一条生动的阳具，一个锐利的智慧，和在一位高尚的妇女面前说'妈的屎'的勇气。" 
那么这种种你都具有了。"巴里说。 Tommy Dukes roared with laughter. You angel boy! If only I had! If only I had! No; my heart's as numb as a potato, my penis droops and never lifts its head up, I dare rather cut him clean off than say "shit!" in front of my mother or my aunt...they are real ladies, mind you; and I'm not really intelligent, I'm only a "mental-lifer". It would be wonderful to be intelligent: then one would be alive in all the parts mentioned and unmentionable. The penis rouses his head and says: How do you do?---to any really intelligent person. Renoir said he painted his pictures with his penis...he did too, lovely pictures! I wish I did something with mine. God! when one can only talk! Another torture added to Hades! And Socrates started it.' 唐米·督克斯狂笑起来。"你这个好孩子！要是我真具有这种种，那就好了！不，我的心麻木得象马铃薯一样，我的阳具萎垂不振，若要我在我的母亲和姑母面前说'好的屎！'，我宁可干脆地把这阳具割了……她们都是真正的高尚妇女，请你注意；而且我实在是没有什么智慧，我只是个附庸精神生活的人。有智慧，这是多么美好的事情！有了智慧，一个人全身的各部分--便或不便说出的各部分，都要活泼起来。阳具对于任何真正有智慧的人都要指正起头来说：你好？勒努瓦说过，他的画是用他的阳具画出来的……的确的，他的画是多么美！我真想也用我的阳具作些什么事情。上帝奈何一个人只能这么说！这是地狱里添多了一种酷刑！那是苏格拉底发端的。" There are nice women in the world,' said Connie, lifting her head up and speaking at last. " 但是世界上也有好女子呢。"康妮终于拾起头来说。 The men resented it...she should have pretended to hear nothing. They hated her admitting she had attended so closely to such talk. 大家听了都有些怨她……她应该装聋作哑才是。这第一种谈话她竟细细地听，那使他们大不高兴了。 My God! "If they be not nice to me What care I how nice they be?"" 我的上帝？'要是她们对我来说不好，她们好又与我何干？'" 
不，那是没有办法的，我简直不能和一个女子共鸣起来、没有一个女子使我在她面前的时候觉得真正需要她，而我也不打算勉强我自己……上帝，不』我将依然故我的度我的精神生活。这是我所能做的唯一的正经事。我可以和女子们谈天，而得到很大的乐趣！你以为怎样，我的小朋友？" It's much less complicated if one stays pure,' said Berry. " 要是一个人能够保持着这种纯洁的生活，是就可以少掉许多麻烦了。"巴里说。 Yes, life is all too simple!' " 是的，生活是太单调了！" On a frosty morning with a little February sun, Clifford and Connie went for a walk across the park to the wood. That is, Clifford chuffed in his motor-chair, and Connie walked beside him. 一个二月的有淡淡阳光的降霜的早晨，克利福和康妮出去散步，穿过大花园向树林里走去，克利福驶着他的小自动车，康妮在他旁边步行。 The hard air was still sulphurous, but they were both used to it. Round the near horizon went the haze, opalescent with frost and smoke, and on the top lay the small blue sky; so that it was like being inside an enclosure, always inside. Life always a dream or a frenzy, inside an enclosure. 严冷的空气里依然带着硫磺气味，但是他们俩都已习惯于这种气味了。近处的天边，笼罩着一种蛋白石色的霜和烟混成雾，顶上便是一块小小的青天。因此；使人觉得是被磁禁在一个围子里，老是在围子里。生命老是象个梦幻或疯狂，被关禁在一个围子里。 
一些绵羊在园中的干枯的乱草丛里嗤喘着，那儿的草窝里积着一些带蓝色的霜，一条浅红色的小路，象一条美丽的带子似的。婉蜒地横过大花园直至树林门口。克利福新近才叫人在这小路上铺了一层从煤坑边取来的筛过的沙砾。这些焚烧过而没有硫磺传的沙砾。在天气干燥的时候，呈着鲜明的浅红的虾色，在天气阴湿的时候，便呈着更浓的蟹色。现在这条小路是呈着淡谈的虾色，上面铺着灰白带蓝的薄霜、康妮很喜欢这条铺着细沙的鲜玫瑰色的路径。天下事有时是有弊亦有利的。
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