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hemingway, ernest - islands in the stream-第13部分
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cate it。〃
¨When can I read that book by Mr。 Joyce； papa？〃 Andrew asked。
¨Not for a long time。〃
¨But Tommy read it。〃
¨Tommy is a friend of Mr。 Joyce。〃
¨Boy； Iˇll say I am；〃 said young Tom。 ¨Papa； we never knew Balzac； did we？〃
¨No。 He was before our time。〃
¨Nor Gautier？ I found two swell ones by them at home too。 The Droll Stories and Mademoiselle de Maupin。 I donˇt understand Mademoiselle de Maupin at all yet but I am reading it over to try to and itˇs great。 But if they werenˇt friends of ours I think they would expel me sure if I read them to the boys。〃
¨How are they； Tommy？〃 David asked。
¨Wonderful。 Youˇll like them both。〃
¨Why donˇt you consult the headmaster as to whether you can read them to the boys？〃 Roger said。 ¨Theyˇre better than what the boys will dig up for themselves。〃
¨No； Mr。 Davis。 I donˇt think Iˇd better。 He might get that dirty…mind idea again。 Anyway； with the boys it wouldnˇt be the same as though they were friends of mine like Mr。 Joyce。 Anyway I donˇt understand Mademoiselle de Maupin well enough to explain it and I wouldnˇt have the same authority explaining it as when I had Mr。 Joyceˇs friendship to back me up。〃
¨Iˇd like to have heard that explanation；〃 Roger said。
¨Shucks； Mr。 Davis。 It was very rudimentary。 It wouldnˇt have interested you。 You understand that part perfectly well； donˇt you？〃
¨Pretty well。〃
¨I wish we would have known Balzac and Gautier； though； as friends the way we knew Mr。 Joyce。〃
¨So do I；〃 said Thomas Hudson。
¨We knew some good writers； though； didnˇt we？〃
¨We certainly did；〃 Thomas Hudson said。 It was pleasant and hot on the sand and he felt lazy after working and happy； too。 It made him very happy to hear the boys talk。
¨Letˇs go in and swim and then have lunch；〃 Roger said。 ¨Itˇs getting hot。〃
Thomas Hudson watched them。 Swimming slowly； the four of them swam out in the green water； their bodies making shadows over the clear white sand； bodies forging along； shadows projected on the sand by the slight angle of the sun； the brown arms lifting and pushing forward； the hands slicing in； taking hold of the water and pulling it back； legs beating along steadily； heads turning for air； breathing easily and smoothly。 Thomas Hudson stood there and watched them swimming out with the wind and he was very fond of the four of them。 He thought he ought to paint them swimming； although it would be very difficult。 He would try it； though； during the summer。
He was too lazy to swim although he knew he should and finally he walked out feeling the breeze…cooled water fresh and cool on his sun…warmed legs； feeling it cool around his crotch and then； slipping forward into the ocean river； he swam out to meet them as they came in。 With his head on the same level theirs were on； it was a different picture； now； changed too because they were swimming against the breeze coming in and the chop was bothering both Andrew and David； who were swimming raggedly。 The illusion of them being four sea animals was gone。 They had gone out so smoothly and handsomely but now the two younger boys were having difficulty against the wind and the sea。 It was not real difficulty。 It was just enough to take away any illusion of being at home in the water as they had looked going out。 They made two different pictures and perhaps the second was the better one。 The five swimmers came out on the beach and walked up to the house。
¨Thatˇs why I like it better underwater；〃 David said。 ¨You donˇt have to worry about breathing。〃
¨Why donˇt you goggle…fish with papa and Tommy this aft；〃 Andrew said to him。 ¨Iˇll stay ashore with Mr。 Davis。〃
¨Donˇt you want to go； Mr。 Davis？〃
¨I might stay ashore。〃
¨Donˇt stay in on account of me；〃 Andrew said。 ¨Iˇve got plenty to do。 I just thought maybe you were staying in。〃
¨I think Iˇll stay in；〃 Roger said。 ¨I may lie around and read。〃
¨Donˇt let him maneuver you； Mr。 Davis。 Donˇt let him charm you。〃
¨I feel like staying in；〃 Roger said。
They were up on the porch now and everyone had changed to dry shorts。 Joseph had brought out a bowl of conch salad。 All the boys were eating it； and young Tom was drinking a bottle of beer。 Thomas Hudson was sitting back in a chair and Roger was standing with the shaker。
¨I get sleepy after lunch；〃 he said。
¨Well； weˇll miss you；〃 young Tom said。 ¨Iˇd just as soon stay in； too。〃
¨Come on； you stay in； too； Tom；〃 Andrew said。 ¨Let Papa and David go。〃
¨I wonˇt catch you；〃 young Tom told him。
¨I donˇt want you to catch me。 Thereˇs a Negro boy that will catch me。〃
¨What do you want to be a pitcher for； anyway？〃 Tommy said。 ¨Youˇll never be big enough。〃
¨Iˇll be as big as Dick Rudolph and Dick Kerr。〃
¨Whoever they were；〃 young Tom said。
¨Whatˇs some jockeyˇs name？〃 David whispered to Roger。
¨Earl Sande。〃
¨Youˇll be as big as Earl Sande；〃 David told him。
¨Oh； go and goggle…fish；〃 Andrew said。 ¨Iˇm going to be a friend of Mr。 Davis like Tom was of Mr。 Joyce。 Can I； Mr。 Davis？ Then at school I can say； ˉWhen Mr。 Davis and I spent that summer together on that tropical island writing all those vicious stories while my own father was painting those pictures youˇve all seen of ladies in the nude。ˇ You paint them in the nude； donˇt you papa？〃
¨Sometimes。 Theyˇre quite dark though。〃
¨Oh boy；〃 Andrew said。 ¨I donˇt care about the color。 Tom can have Mr。 Joyce。〃
¨Youˇd be too shy to look at them；〃 David said。
¨Maybe I would。 But Iˇd learn。〃
¨A nude by papa would be nothing like that chapter by Mr。 Joyce；〃 young Tom said。 ¨Itˇs only because youˇre a little boy that there seems to be anything extraordinary about a nude at all。〃
¨OK。 Just the same Iˇll take Mr。 Davis； with illustrations by papa。 Somebody said at school Mr。 Davisˇs stories were truly vicious。〃
¨All right。 Iˇll take Mr。 Davis； too。 Iˇm an old； old friend of Mr。 Davis。〃
¨And of Mr。 Picasso and Mr。 Braque and Mr。 Miro and Mr。 Masson and Mr。 Pascin；〃 Thomas Hudson said。 ¨You knew them all。〃
¨And of Mr。 Waldo Peirce；〃 young Tom said。 ¨You see； Andy boy； you canˇt win。 You started too late。 You canˇt win。 While you were up in Rochester and for years before you were born papa and I were out in the great world。 I probably knew most of the greatest painters alive。 Many of them were my very good friends。〃
¨I have to start sometime；〃 Andrew said。 ¨And I take Mr。 Davis。 You donˇt have to write vicious stories either； Mr。 Davis。 Iˇll make all that up the way Tommy does。 You just tell me anything awful you ever did and Iˇll say I was here when it happened。〃
¨The hell I do make things up that way；〃 young Tom said。 ¨Sometimes papa and Mr。 Davis refresh my memory for me。 But I figured in and took part in a whole epoch in painting and in literature and if I had to I could write my memoirs right now as far as that goes。〃
¨Youˇre getting crazy； Tommy；〃 Andrew said。 ¨You better watch yourself。〃
¨Donˇt tell him a thing； Mr。 Davis；〃 young Tom said。 ¨Make him start from scratch like we did。〃
¨You leave it to me and Mr。 Davis；〃 Andrew said。 ¨You stay out of this。〃
¨Tell me about some more of those friends of mine； papa；〃 young Tom said。 ¨I know I knew them and I know we used to be around caf？s together but Iˇd like to know some more definite things about them。 The sort of things I know about Mr。 Joyce； say。〃
¨Can you remember Mr。 Pascin？〃
¨No。 Not really。 What was he like？〃
¨You canˇt claim him as a friend if you donˇt even remember him；〃 Andrew said。 ¨Do you think I wonˇt be able to remember what Mr。 Davis was like a few years from now？〃
¨Shut up；〃 young Tom said。 ¨Tell me about him please； papa。〃
¨Mr。 Pascin used to make some drawings that could illustrate the parts you like of Mr。 Joyce very well。〃
¨Really？ Gee； that would be something。〃
¨You used to sit with him at the caf？ and he used to draw pictures of you sometimes on napkins。 He was small and very tough and very strange。 He used to wear a derby hat most of the time and he was a beautiful painter。 He always acted as though he knew a great secret； as though he had just heard it and it amused him。 It made him very happy sometimes and sometimes it made him sad。 But you could always tell he knew it and it amused him very much。〃
¨What was the secret？〃
¨Oh drunkenness and drugs and the secret Mr。 Joyce knew all about in that last chapter and how to paint beautifully。 He could paint more beautifully than anybody then and that was his secret； too； and he didnˇt care。 He thought he didnˇt care about anything but he did really。〃
¨Was he bad？〃
¨Oh yes。 He was really bad and that was part of his secret。 He liked being bad and he didnˇt have remorse。〃
¨Were he and I good friends？〃
¨Very。 He used to call you The Monster。〃
¨Gee；〃 said young Tom； happily。 ¨The Monster。〃
¨Have we got any pictures of Mr。 Pascinˇs； papa？〃 David asked。
¨A couple。〃
¨Did he ever paint Tommy？〃
¨No。 He used to draw Tommy mostly on napkins and on the marble top of caf？ tables。 He called him the horrible； beer…swilling monster of the Left Bank。〃
¨Get that tide down； Tom；〃 David said。
¨Did Mr。 Pascin have a dirty mind？〃 young Tom asked。
¨I believe so。〃
¨Donˇt you know？〃
¨I believe you could say he had。 I think that was part of his secret。〃
¨But Mr。 Joyce didnˇt。〃
¨No。〃
¨And you havenˇt。〃
¨No；〃 Thomas Hudson said。 ¨I donˇt think so。〃
¨Do you have a dirty mind； Mr。 Davis？〃 Tommy asked。
¨I donˇt think so。〃
¨Thatˇs good；〃 young Tom said。 ¨I told the headmaster neither papa nor Mr。 Joyce had dirty minds and now I can tell him about Mr。 Davis if he asks me。 He was pretty set on it that I had a dirty mind。 But I wasnˇt worried。 Thereˇs a boy at school that really has one and you can tell the difference all right。 What was Mr。 Pascinˇs first name？〃
¨Jules。〃
¨How do you spell it？〃 David asked。 Thomas Hudson told him。
¨What ever became of Mr。 Pascin？〃 young Tom asked。
¨He hange
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