第36章让心灵去旅行（12）
“Standback，please！”hetrainwasabouttostart，andIwavedfarewelltomyfriend。LeRosdidnotstandback。Hestoodginbothhandsthehandsoftheyouandback，sir，please！”heobeyed，butquicklydartedfaintowhispersomefinalword。Ithiearsiherelyweretearsilength，havirainoutofsight，heturnedround。Heseemed，heless，delightedtoseeme。HeaskedmewhereIhadbeenhidingalltheseyears；andsimultahehalf-asthoughithadbeeerday。Helinkedhisarminmine，ahmeslowlyalofleasurehereadmydramaticcriticismseverySaturday。
Itoldhim，iurn，howmuchhewasmissedoage。“Ah，yes，”hesaid，“Ihestagenowadays。”Helaidsomeemphasise。”andIaskedhimwhere，the。“Oform，”heanswered。“Youmean，”saidI，“thatyoureciteatcerts？”Hesmiled。“This，”hewhispered，strikinghisstitheground，“istheplatformImean。”Hadhismysteriousprosperityunhingedhim？Helookedquitesane。Ibeggedhimtobemoreexplicit。
“Isuppose，”hesaidpresently，givifarwhichhehadofferedme，“Youhavebeenseeingafriendoff？Iassented。Heaskedmeosedhehadbeendoing。IsaidthatIhadwatchedhimdoihing。“No，”hesaidgravely。“Thatladywasnotafrieherforthefirsttimethism，lessthanhalfanho，here。”andagaiheplatformwithhisstick。
IfessedthatIwasbewildered。Hesmiled。“Youmay，”hesaid，“haveheardoftheAnglo-AmeriSocialBureau？Ihadnot。HeexplaiofthethousandsofAmerisassthroughEnglandtherearemanyhundredswhohavenoEnglishfriends。Intheolddaystheyusedtlettersofintrodu。ButtheEnglisharesoinhospitablethattheselettersarehardlyworththepapertheyarewrittenon。”Thus，“aidLeRos，”theA。A。S。B。suppliesalo。Amerisareasociablepeople，andmostofthemhaveplentyofmoheA。A。S。B。suppliesthemwithEnglishfriends。FiftypertofthefeesispaidovertothefrieherfiftyisretaiheA。A。S。B。Iamnot，alas！Adirector。IfIwere，Ishouldbeaveryrideed。IamonlyaevensoIdoverywell。Iamoheseers-off。
AgainIaskedfhte。“ManyAmeris，”hesaid，“otaffordtokeepfriendsinEngland。Buttheyallaffordtobeseenoff。Thefeeisonlyfivepouy-fivedollars）fletraveller；apounds（fortydollars）forapartyoftwoormore。Theysendthatintivieoftheirdeparture，aionbywhichtheseer-offtifythemoform。Ahentheyareseenoff。”
“Butisitworth”Iexclaimed。“Ofcourseitisworthit，”saidLeRos。“Itpreventsthemfromfeeling‘Outofit。’Itearherespectoftheguard。Itsavesthemfrombeiheirfellow-passehepeoplewhtobeogivesthemafootingforthewholevoyage。Besides，itisagreatpleasureinitself。Yousawmeseeingthatyoungladyoff。Didn’tyouthinkIdiditbeautifully？”“Beautifully，”Iadmitted。“IeherewasI—”“Yes，Ie。Therewereyou，shuffliofblanklyatyourfriend，tryingtomakeversation。Iknow。That’showIusedtobemyself，beforeIstudied，ahethingprofessionally。Idon’tsayI’mperfectyet。I’mstillamartyrtht。Arailwaystatiodifficultofallplacestoa，asyouhavediscoveredforyourself。”“But，”Isaidwithrese，“Iwasn’ttryingtoact。Ireallyfelt。”“sodidI，myboy，”aidLeRos。“You’tactwithoutfeeling。What’s-his-heFren—Diderot，yes—saidyoucould；butwhatdidheknowaboutit？Don’tyouseethosetearsihetrainstarted？Ihadhem。ItellyouIwasmoved。Sowereyou，Idaresay。Butyou’thavepumpedupateartoproveit。You’texpressys。Inotherwords，you’tayrate，”headdedkindly，“notinarailwaystation。”“Teachme！”cried。Helookedthoughtfullyatme。“Well，”hesaidatlength，“theseeing-offseasonispracticallyover。Yes，I’llgiveyouacourse。Ihaveagoodmanypupilsonhayes，”hesaid，gaebook，“IcouldgiveyouanhouronTuesdaysandFridays。”
Histerms，Ifess，areratherhigh。ButIdethei。
冬日漫步
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亨利·大卫·梭罗HenryDavidThoreau
Thewilymurmuredthroughtheblinds，orpuffedwithfeatherysoftnessagainstthewindows，andoallysighedlikeasummerzephyrliftingtheleavesalong，thelivelongnight。Themeadotinhisshesod，theowlhassatinahollowtreeihes，therabbit，thesquirrel，andthefoxhaveallbeehewatch-doghaslaihehearth，alehavestoodsilealls。Theearthitselfhasslept，asitwereitsfirst，notitslastsleep，savewhesignorwoodhousedoorhasfaintlycreakeduponitshinge，gforlorhermidnightwork—theonlysouVenusandMars—advertisingusofaremoteinwardwarmth，adivinedfellowship，wheregether，butwhereitisverybleakformentostand。Butwhiletheearthhasslumbered，alltheairhasbeehfeatheryflakesdesg，asifsomenorthernCeresreigned，shhersilverygraihefields。