奥兰多orlando (英文版)作者:弗吉尼亚·伍尔芙-第17部分
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That he had a pair of the shapliest legs that any Nobleman has ever stood upright upon has already been said。
Perhaps something in the way she fastened the ankle buckle； or her stooping posture； or Orlando’s long seclusion； or the natural sympathy which is between the sexes； or the Burgundy； or the fire—any of these causes may have been to blame； for certainly blame there is on one side or another； when a Nobleman of Orlando’s breeding； entertaining a lady in his house； and she his elder by many years； with a face a yard long and staring eyes； dressed somewhat ridiculously too； in a mantle and riding cloak though the season was warm—blame there is when such a Nobleman is so suddenly and violently overe by passion of some sort that he has to leave the room。
But what sort of passion； it may well be asked； could this be？ And the answer is double faced as Love herself。 For Love—but leaving Love out of the argument for a moment； the actual event was this：
When the Archduchess Harriet Griselda stooped to fasten the buckle； Orlando heard； suddenly and unaccountably； far off the beating of Love’s wings。 The distant stir of that soft plumage roused in him a thousand memories of rushing waters； of loveliness in the snow and faithlessness in the flood； and the sound came nearer； and he blushed and trembled； and he was moved as he had thought never to be moved again； and he was ready to raise his hands and let the bird of beauty alight upon his shoulders； when—horror！—a creaking sound like that the crows make tumbling over the trees began to reverberate； the air seemed dark with coarse black wings； voices croaked； bits of straw； twigs； and feathers dropped； and there pitched down upon his shoulders the heaviest and foulest of the birds； which is the vulture。 Thus he rushed from the room and sent the footman to see the Archduchess Harriet to her carriage。
For Love； to which we may now return； has two faces； one white； the other black； two bodies； one smooth； the other hairy。 It has two hands； two feet； two nails； two； indeed； of every member and each one is the exact opposite of the other。 Yet； so strictly are they joined together that you cannot separate them。 In this case； Orlando’s love began her flight towards him with her white face turned； and her smooth and lovely body outwards。 Nearer and nearer she came wafting before her airs of pure delight。 All of a sudden （at the sight of the Archduchess presumably） she wheeled about； turned the other way round； showed herself black； hairy； brutish； and it was Lust the vulture； not Love； the Bird of Paradise； that flopped； foully and disgustingly； upon his shoulders。 Hence he ran； hence he fetched the footman。
But the harpy is not so easily banished as all that。 Not only did the Archduchess continue to lodge at the Baker’s； but Orlando was haunted every day and night by phantoms of the foulest kind。 Vainly； it seemed； had he furnished his house with silver and hung the walls with arras； when at any moment a dung–bedraggled fowl could settle upon his writing table。 There she was； flopping about among the chairs； he saw her waddling ungracefully across the galleries。 Now； she perched； top heavy upon a fire screen。 When he chased her out； back she came and pecked at the glass till she broke it。
Thus realizing that his home was uninhabitable； and that steps must be taken to end the matter instantly； he did what any other young man would have done in his place； and asked King Charles to send him as Ambassador Extraordinary to Constantinople。 The King was walking in Whitehall。 Nell Gwyn was on his arm。 She was pelting him with hazel nuts。 ‘Twas a thousand pities； that amorous lady sighed； that such a pair of legs should leave the country。
Howbeit； the Fates were hard； she could do no more than toss one kiss over her shoulder before Orlando sailed。
CHAPTER 3。
It is； indeed； highly unfortunate； and much to be regretted that at this stage of Orlando’s career； when he played a most important part in the public life of his country； we have least information to go upon。 We know that he discharged his duties to admiration—witness his Bath and his Dukedom。 We know that he had a finger in some of the most delicate negotiations between King Charles and the Turks—to that； treaties in the vault of the Record Office bear testimony。 But the revolution which broke out during his period of office； and the fire which followed； have so damaged or destroyed all those papers from which any trustworthy record could be drawn； that what we can give is lamentably inplete。 Often the paper was scorched a deep brown in the middle of the most important sentence。 Just when we thought to elucidate a secret that has puzzled historians for a hundred years； there was a hole in the manuscript big enough to put your finger through。 We have done our best to piece out a meagre summary from the charred fragments that remain； but often it has been necessary to speculate； to surmise； and even to use the imagination。
Orlando’s day was passed； it would seem； somewhat in this fashion。 About seven； he would rise； wrap himself in a long Turkish cloak； light a cheroot； and lean his elbows on the parapet。 Thus he would stand； gazing at the city beneath him； apparently entranced。 At this hour the mist would lie so thick that the domes of Santa Sofia and the rest would seem to be afloat； gradually the mist would uncover them； the bubbles would be seen to be firmly fixed； there would be the river； there the Galata Bridge； there the green–turbaned pilgrims without eyes or noses； begging alms； there the pariah dogs picking up offal； there the shawled women； there the innumerable donkeys； there men on horses carrying long poles。 Soon； the whole town would be astir with the cracking of whips； the beating of gongs； cryings to prayer； lashing of mules； and rattle of brass–bound wheels； while sour odours； made from bread fermenting and incense； and spice； rose even to the heights of Pera itself and seemed the very breath of the strident multi–coloured and barbaric population。
Nothing； he reflected； gazing at the view which was now sparkling in the sun； could well be less like the counties of Surrey and Kent or the towns of London and Tunbridge Wells。 To the right and left rose in bald and stony prominence the inhospitable Asian mountains； to which the arid castle of a robber chief or two might hang； but parsonage there was none； nor manor house； nor cottage； nor oak； elm； violet； ivy； or wild eglantine。 There were no hedges for ferns to grow on； and no fields for sheep to graze。 The houses were white as egg–shells and as bald。 That he； who was English root and fibre； should yet exult to the depths of his heart in this wild panorama； and gaze and gaze at those passes and far heights planning journeys there alone on foot where only the goat and shepherd had gone before； should feel a passion of affection for the bright； unseasonable flowers； love the unkempt pariah dogs beyond even his elk hounds at home； and snuff the acrid； sharp smell of the streets eagerly into his nostrils； surprised him。 He wondered if； in the season of the Crusades； one of his ancestors had taken up with a Circassian peasant woman； thought it possible； fancied a certain darkness in his plexion； and； going indoors again； withdrew to his bath。
An hour later； properly scented； curled； and anointed； he would receive visits from secretaries and other high officials carrying； one after another； red boxes which yielded only to his own golden key。 Within were papers of the highest importance； of which only fragments； here a flourish； there a seal firmly attached to a piece of burnt silk； now remain。 Of their contents then； we cannot speak； but can only testify that Orlando was kept busy； what with his wax and seals； his various coloured ribbons which had to be diversely attached； his engrossing of titles and making of flourishes round capital letters； till luncheon came—a splendid meal of perhaps thirty courses。
After luncheon； lackeys announced that his coach and six was at the door； and he went； preceded by purple Janissaries running on foot and waving great ostrich feather fans above their heads； to call upon the other ambassadors and dignitaries of state。 The ceremony was always the same。 On reaching the courtyard； the Janissaries struck with their fans upon the main portal； which immediately flew open revealing a large chamber； splendidly furnished。 Here were seated two figures； generally of the opposite sexes。 Profound bows and curtseys were exchanged。 In the first room； it was permissible only to mention the weather。 Having said that it was fine or wet； hot or cold； the Ambassador then passed on to the next chamber； where again； two figures rose to greet him。 Here it was only permissible to pare Constantinople as a place of residence with London； and the Ambassador naturally said that he preferred Constantinople； and his hosts naturally said； though they had not seen it； that they preferred London。 In the next chamber； King Charles’s and the Sultan’s healths had to be discussed at some length。 In the next were discussed the Ambassador’s health and that of his host’s wife； but more briefly。 In the next the Ambassador plime
