世紀文學經典:《百年孤獨》第17章Part4

Then ?rsula gave in to the evidence. “My God,?she exclaimed in a low voice. “So this is what it’s like to be dead.?She started an endless, stumbling, deep prayer that lasted more than two days, and that by Tuesday had degenerated into a hodgepodge of requests to God and bits of practical advice to stop the red ants from bringing the house down, to keep the lamp burning by Remedios?daguerreotype, and never to let any Buendía marry a person of the same blood because their children would be born with the tail of a pig. Aureliano Segundo tried to take advantage of her delirium to get her to ten him where the gold was buried, but his entreaties were useless once more “When the owner appears,??rsula said, “God will illuminate him so that he will find it.?Santa Sofía de la Piedad had the certainty that they would find her dead from one moment to the next, because she noticed during those days a certain confusion in nature: the roses smelled like goosefoot, a pod of chick peas fell down and the beans lay on the ground in a perfect geometrical pattern in the shape of a starfish and one night she saw a row of luminous orange disks pass across the sky.
They found her dead on the morning of Good Friday. The last time that they had helped her calculate her age, during the time of the banana company, she had estimated it as between one hundred fifteen and one hundred twenty-two. They buried her in a coffin that was not much larger than the basket in which Aureliano had arrived, and very few people were at the funeral, partly because there wet not many left who remembered her, and partly because it was so hot that noon that the birds in their confusion were running into walls like day pigeons and breaking through screens to die in the bedrooms.
At first they thought it was a plague. Housewives were exhausted from sweeping away so many dead birds, especially at siesta time, and the men dumped them into the river by the cartload. On Easter Sunday the hundred-year-old Father Antonio Isabel stated from the pulpit that the death of the birds was due to the evil influence of the Wandering Jew, whom he himself had seen the night before. He described him as a cross between a billy goat and a female heretic, an infernal beast whose breath scorched the air and whose look brought on the birth of monsters in newlywed women. There were not many who paid attention to his apocalyptic talk, for the town was convinced that the priest was rambling because of his age. But one woman woke everybody up at dawn on Wednesday because she found the tracks of a biped with a cloven hoof. They were so clear and unmistakable that those who went to look at them had no doubt about the existence of a fearsome creature similar to the one described by the parish priest and they got together to set traps in their courtyards. That was how they managed to capture it. Two weeks after ?rsula’s death, Petra Cotes and Aureliano Segundo woke up frightened by the especially loud bellowing of a calf that was coming from nearby. When they got there a group of men were already pulling the monster off the sharpened stakes they had set in the bottom of a pit covered with dry leaves, and it stopped lowing. It was as heavy as an ox in spite of the fact that it was no taller than a young steer, and a green and greasy liquid flowed from its wounds. Its body was covered with rough hair, plagued with small ticks, and the skin was hardened with the scales of a remora fish, but unlike the priest’s description, its human parts were more like those of a sickly angel than of a man, for its hands were tense and agile, its eyes large and gloomy, and on its shoulder blades it had the scarred-over and calloused stumps of powerful wings which must have been chopped off by a woodsman’s ax. They hung it to an almondtree in the square by its ankles so that everyone could see it, and when it began to rot they burned it in a bonfire, for they could not determine whether its bastard nature was that of an animal to be thrown into the river or a human being to be buried. It was never established whether it had really caused the death of the birds, but the newly married women did not bear the predicted monsters, nor did the intensity of the heat decrease.
Rebeca died at the end of that year. Argénida, her lifelong servant, asked the authorities for help to knock down the door to the bedroom where her mistress had been locked in for three days, and they found her, on her solitary bed, curled up like a shrimp, with her head bald from ringworm and her finger in her mouth. Aureliano Segundo took charge of the funeral and tried to restore the house in order to sell it, but the destruction was so far advanced in it that the walls became scaly as soon as they were painted and there was not enough mortar to stop the weeds from cracking the floors and the ivy from rotting the beams.
That was how everything went after the deluge. The indolence of the people was in contrast to the voracity of oblivion, which little by little was undermining memories in a pitiless way, to such an extreme that at that time, on another anniversary of the Treaty of Neerlandia, some emissaries from the president of the republic arrived in Macondo to award at last the decoration rejected several times by Colonel Aureliano Buendía, and they spent a whole afternoon looking for someone who could tell them where they could find one of his descendants. Aureliano Segundo was tempted to accept it, thinking that it was a medal of solid gold, but Petra Cotes convinced him that it was not proper when the emissaries already had some proclamations and speeches ready for the ceremony. It was also around that time that the gypsies returned, the last heirs to Melquíades?science, and they found the town so defeated and its inhabitants so removed from the rest of the world that once more they went through the houses dragging magnetized ingots as if that really were the Babylonian wise men’s latest discovery, and once again they concentrated the sun’s rays with the giant magnifying glass, and there was no lack of people standing open-mouthed watching kettles fall and pots roll and who paid fifty cents to be startled as a gypsy woman put in her false teeth and took them out again. A broken-down yellow train that neither brought anyone in nor took anyone out and that scarcely paused at the deserted station was the only thing that was left of the long train to which Mr. Brown would couple his glass-topped coach with the episcopal lounging chairs and of the fruit trains with one hundred twenty cars which took a whole afternoon to pass by. The ecclesiastical delegates who had come to investigate the report of the strange death of the birds and the sacrifice of the Wandering Jew found Father Antonio Isabel playing blind man’s buff with the children, and thinking that his report was the product of a hallucination, they took him off toan asylum. A short time later they sent Father Augusto Angel, a crusader of the new breed, intransigent, audacious, daring, who personally rang the bells several times a day so that the peoples spirits would not get drowsy, and who went from house to house waking up the sleepers to go to mass but before a year was out he too was conquered by the negligence that one breathed in with the air, by the hot dust that made everything old and clogged up, and by the drowsiness caused by lunchtime meatballs in the unbearable heat of siesta time.

在這明確的事實面前，烏蘇娜只好屈服。“我的天呀！”她輕輕地感嘆一聲。“這就是死嗎？”她不由得開始念禱文，這是一篇毫無聯繫的長禱文，持續了兩天多，直到星期二終於變成了雜亂無章的囈語：有向上帝的呼籲，也有殷切的教誨：要消滅紅螞蟻啦，否則房子就會轟隆一聲倒塌；別讓雷麥黛絲聖像前的神燈滅掉啦，別讓布恩蒂亞家的任何一個人娶親戚作妻子啦，不然生出的兒女會有一條豬尾巴。奧雷連諾第二總想利用她的囈語狀態探出金子藏放的地方，可是他的一次次糾纏都無收穫。“等主人回來以後，”烏蘇娜說，“上帝會啓示他，讓他找到財寶的。”聖索菲婭·德拉佩德確信烏蘇娜隨時都可能與世長辭，因爲這幾天自然界出現了一些不可理解的現象：玫瑰花忽然散發出陣陣苦艾味兒；聖索菲婭·德拉佩德不小心碰倒一隻南瓜形碟子，碟子裏撒落下來的菜豆種子在地板上組成一幅精確的海星幾何圖；有一天夜裏，天空中驟然掠過一長串橙黃色的小光盤。
果然，在那穌蒙難周的星期四清早，烏蘇娜去世了。在烏蘇娜最後一次想靠家人幫助計算她究竟活了多少歲時——當時香蕉公司還在，——她就算過自己不小於一百一十五歲，但也不大於一百二十二歲。最後她被安放在一口小小的棺材裏，棺材尺寸只比奧雷連諾·布恩蒂亞睡過的搖籃稍大一點兒。參加葬禮的人寥寥無幾，一則是許多人都已忘記了烏蘇娜，二則是天氣發瘋似的熱——那天晌午熱得那麼厲害，竟使鳥兒都迷失了方向：有的象一顆顆子彈飛快地鑽進屋裏，有的穿過窗上的鐵絲網，死在一間間臥室裏。
最初，人們都認爲鳥是死於瘟疫的。家庭主婦們忙拿出全身的勁兒，清掃房間裏的死鳥——午休的時候鳥死得特別多：男人們則一車一車地把死鳥扔下河去。在明朗的基督復活節那一天，百歲神父安東尼奧·伊薩貝爾忽然在講臺上宣告說，他昨天夜裏曾親眼看見一個流浪的猶太人把瘟疫傳到了鳥身上，他把流浪的猶太人描繪成一個公山羊和女異教徒的雜種，一個面目可憎的怪物，他的氣息能使空氣變得滾燙，他的出現能使年輕女人身懷怪胎。這些啓示性的說教，並沒有多少人當真，因爲整個市鎮的人都已確信，這位教區牧師由於年老變成了瘋子。可是星期二清晨，一個婦女拼命的喊聲把左鄰右舍都驚醒起來——她發現了一些分成兩瓣的爪印，這些爪印既清晰又鮮明，不知是屬於哪一種兩足動物的，凡是看到它們的人，誰也不懷疑它們是神父描繪的那種可怕的怪物留下的。於是每一家的院子裏都設置了陷阱，沒過多少日子，神祕的外來者就被逮住了，在烏蘇娜死後兩星期的一天半夜裏，隔壁院子突然傳來一陣嚇人的慟哭聲，猶如一頭小公牛的哞哞叫聲，吵醒了佩特娜·柯特和奧雷連諾第二。他倆連忙跑出去看到底發生了什麼事，只見一羣男人已把怪物從原先插在洞底、用於樹葉遮住的尖樁上拖了下來，怪物再也不會叫了。它象一頭大公牛那樣吊掛着，儘管它的身材並沒超過一個未成年的小孩子；傷口流着粘乎乎的綠血，全身都是爬滿壁蝨的粗毛和疥癬。跟神父看見的那個怪物不同的是，它的身體有些部分象人；但與其說它象人，還不如說它更象孱弱的天使；它有一雙乾淨纖細的手，一對眼睛又大又朦朧，兩個肩胛上傷痕累累、長着老繭的部分——顯然是樵夫用斧頭砍斷的一對翅膀的殘餘。爲了使大家都能看到這個怪物，人們又把屍體倒掛在廣場的一棵杏樹上。等它開始腐爛時，就點起一堆火把它燒掉了，因爲無法肯定：這個敗類如果是個動物，就該扔到河裏，如果是個基督徒，理應享受棺葬。就這樣，人們依然不清楚鳥兒是否真的死在它手裏；不過，正象神父所預言的，從此沒有一個新娘不身懷怪胎，炎熱也始終不見減退。
年底，雷貝卡相繼去世。三天前她就把自己鎖在臥室裏，跟隨她多年的女僕阿金尼達不得不向當局提出破門的請求。門一打開，只見雷貝卡歪着由於生癬而禿了頂的腦袋，躺在自己那張孤零零的牀上，象小蝦似地蜷縮着身子，嘴裏還含着自己的一隻大拇指。奧雷連諾第二獨自承擔了安葬事宜，他想把她的屋子整修一下，賣掉它。無奈這間屋子裏滲透了毀滅的氣息：油漆剛一塗上牆壁，就又剝落下來，用厚厚的一層石灰水也無法阻擋；雜草冒出了地面；房柱在悶熱的常春藤包圍中一根一根地腐爛。
這就是雨停後馬孔多的生活。萎靡遲鈍的人哪裏抵得住健忘症，這種健忘症使他們逐漸忘記了所有的往事。突然，在尼蘭德投降週年紀念日那天，共和國總統的幾個使者奉命來到了馬孔多，無論如何要把奧雷連諾上校多次拒絕的勳章授予英雄的後代。使者們爲了找到一個瞭解這些後代蹤跡的人，整整輾轉了一個晚上。奧雷連諾第二差點鬼迷心竅地接受那個勳章，以爲它畢竟是純金的。佩特娜。 柯特卻告誡他說，這將是一種不體面的行爲，他才放棄了自己的打算，儘管總統的代表們已經僱來樂隊，在隆重的授勳儀式上的發言也已準備好了。就在這個時候，一些吉卜賽人——最後一批繼承梅爾加德斯學問的人，來到了馬孔多。他們發現這個市鎮荒蕪不堪，它的居民跟外面的世界完全隔絕；於是吉卜賽人又拿着一塊塊吸鐵石，把它們充作巴比倫學者的最新發明，走家串戶，而且又開始用放大鏡聚集陽光。有不少好奇的人張大嘴巴，盯着臉盆跳下木架，鍋子向吸鐵石滾去；也有不少人準備付出五十個生丁，不勝驚訝地瞧着一個吉卜賽女人從嘴裏取出假牙，接着又把它裝回原處。在空蕩蕩的火車站旁，現在只有舊式蒸汽機車停留片刻，拖着幾節不載人、不載貨的黃色車廂——這就是昔日鐵路上殘留下來的一切，看不到一列客車載滿旅客、掛着布勞恩先生的專用車廂，那種車廂裏放着主教安樂椅，裝着玻璃頂；也看不到一列貨車，載着一百二十節車廂的水果，通宵達旦、絡繹不絕地駛近車站。有一天，法官們來到馬孔多，調查安東尼奧·伊薩貝爾神父關於離奇的瘟疫襲擊鳥兒流浪的猶太人遇害的報告，正遇上可敬的神父在跟一羣娃娃玩捉迷藏，他們便認定他的報告是老年人幻覺的結果，把他送進了癡人收容所。幾天以後，奧古斯托·安格爾神父，一個最新煉丹術的專家，來到這個市鎮，他一本正經、大膽粗魯，一天幾次親手敲打各式各樣的鐘，使教徒的心靈一直處於振奮狀態；他還從這一家走到那一家，喚醒一個個貪睡的人去聽彌撒。然而沒過一年，奧古斯托·安格爾神父就不得不承認自己失敗了：他也無力抵禦滯留在空氣中的惰氣，無力抵禦滾燙的灰塵——它到處瀰漫，使得一切都顯出衰老的樣子。熱得不堪忍受的午休時刻，擺到午餐桌上的肉丸子，總要使他昏昏欲睡。