夏洛的网2

“这本童话很好看。”
　　　——花斑虎，最好的儿童童话评论家

“这是唯一一部让我想哭的童话.也是一部把我的童年洗干净了的童话.”
　　　——戴新伟，天涯BBS

　　The barn was very large. It was very old. It smelled of hay and it smelled of manure. It smelled of the perspiration of tired horses and the wonderful sweet breath of patient cows. It often had a sort of peaceful smell -- as though nothing bad could happen ever again in the world. It smelled of grain and of harness dressing and of axle grease and of rubber boots and of new rope. And whenever the cat was given a fish-head to eat, the barn would smell of fish. But mostly it smelled of hay, for there was always hay in the great loft up overhead. And there was always hay being pitched down to the cows and the horses and the sheep.
　　The barn was pleasantly warm in winter when the animals spent most of their time indoors, and it was pleasantly cool in summer when the big doors stood wide open to the breeze. The barn had stalls on the main floor for the work horses, tie-ups on the main floor for the cows, a sheepfold down below for the sheep, a pigpen down below for Wilbur, and it was full of all sorts of things that you find in barns: ladders, grindstones, pitch forks, monkey wrenches, scythes, lawn mowers, snow shovels, ax handles, milk pails, water buckers, empty grain sacks, and rusty rat traps. It was the kind of barn that swallows like to build their nests in. It was the kind of barn that children like to play in. And the whole thing was owned by Fern's uncle, Mr. Homer L. Zuckerman.
　　Wilbur's new home was in the lower part of the barn, directly underneath the cows. Mr. Zuckerman knew that a manure pile is a good place to keep a young pig. Pigs need warmth, and it was warm and comfortable down there in the barn cellar on the south side.

　　Fern came almost every day to visit him. She found an old milking stool that had been discarded, and she placed the stool in the sheepfold next to Wilbur's pen. Here she sat quietly during the long afternoons, thinking and listening and watching Wilbur. The sheep soon got to know her and trust her. So did the geese, who lived with the sheep. All the animals trusted her, she was so quiet and friendly. Mr. Zuckerman did not allow her to take Wilbur out, and he did not allow to get into the pigpen. But he told Fern that she could sit on the stool and watch Wilbur as long as she wanted to. It made her happy just to be near the pig, and it made her happy just to be near the pig, and it made Wilbur happy to know that she was sitting there, right outside his pen. But he never had any fun--no walks, no rides, no swims.
　　One afternoon in June, when Wilbur was almost two months old, he wandered out into his smalll yard outside the barn. Fern had not arrived for her usual visit. Wilbur stood in the sun feeling lonely and bored.
　　"There's never anything to do around here," he thought. He walked slowly to his food trough and sniffed to see if anything had been overlooked at lunch. He found a small strip of potato skin and ate it. His back itched, so he leaned against the fence and rubbed against the boards. When he tired of this, he walked indoors, climbed to the top of the manure pile , and sat down. He didn't feel like going to sleep, he didn't feel like digging, he was tired of standing still, tired of lying down. "I'm less than two months old and I'm tired of living," he said. He walked out to the yard again.
　　"When I'm out here," he said, "there's no place to go but in. When I'm indoors, there's no place to go but out in the yard."
　　"That's where you're wrong, my friend, my friend," said a voice.
　　Wilbur looked through the fence and saw the goose standing there.
　　"You don't have to stay in that dirty-little dirty-little dirty-little yard," said the goose, who talded rather fast. "One of the boards is loose. Push on it, push-push-push on it, and come on out!"
　　"What?" said Wilbur. "Say it slower!"
　　"At-at-at, at the risk of repeating myself," said the goose, "I suggest that you come on out. It's wonderful out here."
　　"Did you say a board was loose?"
　　"That I did, that I did," said the goose.
　　Wilbur walked up to the fence and saw that the goose was right--one board was loose. He put his head sown, shut his eyes, and pushed. The board gave way. In a minute he had squeezed through the fence and was standing in the long grass outside his yard. The goose chuckled.
　　"How does it feel to be free?" she asked.
　　"I like it ," said Wilbur. "That is, I guess I like it." Actually, Wilbur felt queer to be out side his fence, with nothing between him and the big world.
　　"Where do you think I'd better go?"
　　"Anywhere you like, anywhere you like," said the goose. "Go down through the orchard, root up the sod! Go down through the garden, dig up the radishes! Root up everything! Eat grass! Look for corn! Look for oats! Run all over! Skip and dance, jump and prance! Go down through the orchard and stroll in the woods! The world is a wonderful place when you're young."
　　本章未完待续。

　　“这是惊天动地的一拍。一是激烈程度极其罕见，一是实际价值与成交价格比例相差之大！······都感到不可思议。胡同和我聊起这一拍，也说是网络拍卖史上罕见的。”
　　　——江东子弟,天涯ＢＢＳ“闲书闲话旧书交流”版
　　天涯社区内人文版《夏洛的网》的拍卖会（２００２年１０月９日），以下是拍卖经过

　　"I can see that," replied Wilbur. He gave a jump in the air, twirled, ran a few steps, stopped, looked all around, sniffed the smells of afternoon, and then set off walking down through the orchard. Pausing in the shade of an apple tree, he put his strong snout into the ground and bagan pushing, digging, and rooting. He felt very happy. He had plowed up quite a piece of ground before anyone noticed him. Mrs.Zuckerman was the first to see him. She saw him from the kitchen window, and she immediately shouted for the men.
　　"Ho-mer!" she cried. "Pig's out!Lurvy! Pig's out! Homer!Lurvy! Pig's out. He's down there under that apple tree."
　　"Now the trouble strats," thought Wilbur." Now I'll catch it."
　　The goose heard the racket and she, too, started hollering. "Run-run-run downhill, make for the woods, the woods!" she shouted to Wilbur. "They'll never-never-never catch you in the woods."
　　The cocker spaniel heard the commotion and he ran out from the barn to join the chase. Mr.Zuckerman heard, and he came out of the machine shed where he was mending a tool. Lurvy, the hired man, heard the noise and came up from the asparagus patch where he was pulling weeds. Everybody walked toward Wilbur and Wilbur didn't know what to do. The woods seemed a long way off,and anyway, he had never been down there in the woods and wasn't sure he would like it.
　　"Get around behind him, Lurvy," said Mr.Zuckerman, "and drive him toward the barn! And take it easy-don't rush him! I'll go and get a bucket of slops."
　　The news of Wilbur's escape spread rapidly among the animals on the place. Whenever any creature broke loose on Zuckerman's farm, the event was of great interest to the others. The goose shouted to the nearest cow that Wilbur was free, and soon all the cows knew. Then one of the cows told one of the sheep, and soon all the sheep knew. The lambs learned about it from their mothers. The horses, in their stalls in the barn, pricked up their ears when they heard the goose hollering; and soon the horses had caught on to what was happening. "Wilbur's out," they said. Every animal stirred and lifted its head and became exicted to know that one of his friends had got free and was no longer penned up or tied fast.
　　Wilbur didn't know waht to do or which way to run.It seemed as through everybody was after him." If this is what it's like to be free," he thought," I believe I'd rather be penned up in my own yard."
　　The cocker spaniel was sneaking up on him from one side. Lurvy the hired man was sneaking up on him from the other side. Mrs.Zuckerman stood ready to head him off if he started for the garden, and now Mr.Zuckerman was coming down toward him carrying a pail." This is really awful," thought Wilbur."Why doesn't Fern come?" He began to cry.
　　The goose tooke command and began to give orders.
　　"Don't just stand there, Wilbur!Dodge about, dodge about!" cried the goose." Skip around, run toward me, slip in and out, in and out, in and out!Make for the woods!Twist and turn!"
　　The cocker spaniel sprang for Wilbur's hind leg. Wilbur jumped and ran. Lurvy reached out and grabbed. Mrs.Zuckerman screamed at lurvy. The goose cheered for Wilbur. Wilbur dodged between Lurvy's legs. Lurvy missed Wilbur and grabbed the spaniel instead. "Nicely done,nicely done!" cried the goose." Try it again, try it again!"
　　"Run downhill!" suggested the cows.
　　"Run toward me!" yelled the gander.
　　"Run uphill!" cried the sheep.
　　"Turn and twist!" honked the goose.
　　"Jump and dance!" said the rooster.
　　"Look out for Lurvy!" called the cows.
　　"Look out for Zuckerman!" yelled the gander.
　　"Watch out for the dog!" cried the sheep.
　　"Listen to me, listen to me!" screamed the goose.
　　Poor Wilbur was dazed and frightend by this hullabaloo. He didn't like being the center of all this fuss. He tried to follow the instructions his friends were giving him, but he couldn't run downhill and uphill at the same time, and he couldn't turn and twist when he was jumping and dancing, and he was crying so hard he could barely see anyting that was happening. After all, Wilbur was a very young pig-not much more than a baby, really. He wished Fern were there to take him in his arms and comfort him. When he looked up and saw Mr.Zuckerman standing quite close to him, holding a pail of warm slops, he felt relieved. He lifted his nose and sniffed. The smell was delicious-warm milk,potato skins, wheat middlings, Kellogg's Corn Flakes, and a popover left from the Zuckermans' breakfast.
　　"Come, pig!" said Mr. Zuckerman, tapping the pail. "Come pig!"
　　Wilbur took a step toward the pail.
　　"No-no-no!" said the goose. "It's the old pail trick, Wilbur. Don't fall for it, don't fall for it ! He's trying to lure you back into captivity-ivity. He's applealing to your stomach."
　　Wilbur didn't care. The food smelled appetizing. He took another step toward the pail.
　　"Pig, pig!" said Mr. Zuckerman in a kind voice, and began walking slowly toward the barnyard, looking all about him innocently, as if he didn't know that a little white pig was following along behind him.
　　"You'll be sorry-sorry-sorry," called the goose.
　　Wilbur didn't care. He kept walking toward the pail of slops.
　　"You'll miss your freedom," honked the goose. "An hour of freedom is worth a barrel of slops."
　　Wilbur didn't care.
　　When Mr. Zuckerman reached the pigpen, he climbed over the fence and poured the slops into the trough. Then he pulled the lossse board away from the fence, so that there was a wide hole for Wilbur to walk through.
　　"Reconsider, reconsider!" cried the goose.
　　Wilbur paid no attention. He stepped through the fence into his yard. He walked to the trough and took a long drink of slops, sucking in the milk hungrily and chewing the popover. It was good to be home again.
　　While Wilbur ate, Lurvy fetched a hammer and some 8-penny nails and nailed the board in place. Then he and Mr. Zuckerman leaned lazily on the fence and Mr. Zuckerman scratched Wilbur's back with a stick.
　　"He's quite a pig," said Lurvy.
　　
　　

　　“我最深的感动在于故事里那样一种信任的心态。”
　　——宛凌,天涯ＢＢＳ闲闲书话版，收藏一段心情——读《夏洛的网》

　　“夏洛不仅给了我童年的感动,而是给了我一生的感动!”
　　——舵鸟北北，天涯ＢＢＳ闲闲书话版，评某读后感时语

　　某日童桐问我是否愿意为“新京报”（不知道是不是这名）写书评，关于《夏洛的网》的三个中译本，说是四天后的周二发稿。
　　乍听这消息，很疑惑。首先我没文化，没读过最新版译者任溶溶的任何书。其次我能写出来的东西是不是书评还有待商议。最后，比较文学是个什么东西？

　　喜从天降，丹珠同学决意要把康馨版的“夏洛的网”搬入互联网，她说：“现在正处于不想动脑，不想抒情，不想做事的状态，不如来做做体力活，敲敲字也不错。”

　　“我喜欢夏洛在她生命流逝时的那种祥和大气······”
　　－－Coolrice,亦凡书库读者意见

　　童桐把我的那篇“关于猪的书评”转到天涯社区的闲闲书话去。那里是个文化人聚集场所，自己的贴子也能混进去，感到荣幸。讨论非常热闹，全程链接在此，有些文化人的研究我不大明白，但多数能看懂。

予者坦然，受者坦然，俱为心往······
　　——小小风也

“蜘蛛写字无论在哪个年代都是奇迹，所以人类对这只小猪立马刮目相看”
——小满，一个虚无主义者眼里的“夏洛的网”

　　这个作者是个预言家，他在50年代就预见到今天人们的生活。那就是，网上说什么人们就干什么，网上说你了不起，你就表现出了不起的样子......
　　——５４农民，小满的老公，他的另一句名言是：“虚无主义是俺的诸招牌之一”

　　推荐一个好看的生物爱好者的博，是blogbus旗下的博客，名字叫绿色时光。简单而美丽的博，尤其是作者用微距摄取的蜘蛛，让人觉得夏洛很美，甚至音乐都很美。
　　我把图片加上了作者的博址：），便于寻找。
　　

　　有人在我的第一篇结尾催作业了，赶紧贴个上来。对了，哪位认识这位催作业的铲断同学啊？
　　

X. An Explosion

XI. The Miracle

XII. A Meeting

又有人催了，看着挺不好意思的。这章长，我有畏难情绪，一直没打完。今天算完成了。

XIV. Dr. Dorian

　　为了支持微笑图书室将于明年1月15日举办的微笑年度聚会，西西米亮出拍品：一本英语版的“夏洛的网”，她已经提交拍品参加评选，如果没能进入前二十名的现场拍卖额度，倒成了夏洛迷的幸事，因为它将在1月7日之后参加网上拍卖。我正在考虑要不要竞拍此书，虽然有朋友带回平装彩印版，还有朋友送了精装彩印本，但据我所知，原作是黑白本——水彩是后人加上去的。

XVII. Uncle

XIX. The Egg Sac

　　告诉大家一个消息，这本原版在www.smilinglibrary.org上做慈善拍卖，捐赠人西西米同学，从美国寄来的！竞拍地址在这里，1月12号晚上截止，如果不小心守着还真抢不到！
　　战斗的过程是非常有趣的。where的儿子得病了，她没守到终场的那一分钟，UFO受人之托结果失手而归，游牧力克群雄，有面子！
　　我特地给第一、二名许了特别的礼物，所以加紧现在的输入。
　　希望能得到肖毛的支持，得到他的签名，给竞拍人。因为他们出的价太高了。
　　
　　XX. The Hour of Triumph

XXI. Last Day

　　可算输完这本短短的书了，呵呵。
XXII. A Warm Wind

　　全文已于今天完成勘误，包括错词及图片链接的修改，缺少的一章的增添。全文确保了全部黑白图片，适量增加彩色本里的彩图，以黑白图片为主的原因是插图的颜色是后人添的不是原插图作者的意思，但有些彩色图片也很好，为此肖毛有专门评价。
　　谢谢肖毛为这篇东西能被完美搬上网所做努力，希望它的光彩不至于被新出的译本所掩盖。
　　需要提醒大家的是，后面comment里也有很多好东西可看。
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