世紀文學經典:《百年孤獨》第12章Part2

On the days that followed he was seen with a net and a small basket hunting butterflies on the outskirts of town. On Wednesday a group of engineers, agronomists, hydrologists, topographers, and surveyors arrived who for several weeks explored the places where Mr. Herbert had hunted his butterflies. Later on Mr. Jack Brown arrived in an extra coach that had been coupled onto the yellow train and that was silver-plated all over, with seats of episcopal velvet, and a roof of blue glass. Also arriving on the special car, fluttering around Mr. Brown, were the solemn lawyers dressed in black who in different times had followed Colonel Aureli-ano Buendía everywhere, and that led the people to think that the agronomists, hydrologists, topographers, and surveyors, like Mr. Herbert with his captive balloons and his colored butterflies and Mr. Brown with his mausoleum on wheels and his ferocious German shepherd dogs, had something to do with the war. There was not much time to think about it, however, because the suspicious inhabitants of Macon-do barely began to wonder what the devil was going on when the town had already become transformed into an encampment of wooden houses with zinc roofs inhabited by foreigners who arrived on the train from halfway around the world, riding not only on the seats and platforms but even on the roof of the coaches. The gringos, who later on brought their languid wives in muslin dresses and large veiled hats, built a separate town across the railroad tracks with streets lined with palm trees, houses with screened windows, small white tables on the terraces, and fans mounted on the ceilings, and extensive blue lawns with peacocks and quails. The section was surrounded by a metal fence topped with a band of electrified chicken wire which during the cool summer mornings would be black with roasted swallows. No one knew yet what they were after, or whether they were actually nothing but philanthropists, and they had already caused a colossal disturbance, much more than that of the old gypsies,but less transitory and understandable. Endowed with means that had been reserved for Divine Providence in former times, they changed the pattern of the rams, accelerated the cycle of harvest, and moved the river from where it had always been and put it with its white stones and icy currents on the other side of the town, behind the cemetery. It was at that time that they built a fortress of reinforced concrete over the faded tomb of José Arcadio, so that the corpses smell of powder would not contaminate the waters. For the foreigners who arrived without love they converted the street of the loving matrons from France into a more extensive village than it had been, and on one glorious Wednesday they brought in a trainload of strange whores, Babylonish women skilled in age-old methods and in possession of all manner of unguents and devices to stimulate the unaroused, to give courage to the timid, to satiate the voracious, to exalt the modest man, to teach a lesson to repeaters, and to correct solitary Street of the Turks, enriched by well-lit stores with products from abroad, displacing the old bazaars with their bright colors, overflowed on Saturday nights with the crowds of adventurers who bumped into each other among gambling tables, shooting galleries, the alley where the future was guessed and dreams interpreted, and tables of fried food and drinks, and on Sunday mornings there were scattered on the ground bodies that were sometimes those of happy drunkards and more often those of onlookers felled by shots, fists, knives, and bottles during the brawls. It was such a tumultuous and intemperate invasion that during the first days it was impossible to walk through the streets because of the furniture and trunks, and the noise of the carpentry of those who were building their houses in any vacant lot without asking anyone's permission, and the scandalous behavior of couples who hung their hammocks between the almond trees and made love under the netting in broad daylight and in view of everyone. The only serene corner had been established by peaceful West Indian Negroes, who built a marginal street with wooden houses on piles where they would sit in the doors at dusk singing melancholy hymns in their disordered gabble. So many changes took place in such a short time that eight months after Mr. Herbert's visit the old inhabitants had a hard time recognizing their own town.
"Look at the mess we've got ourselves into," Colonel Aureli-ano Buendía said at that time, "just because we invited a gringo to eat some bananas."
Aureli-ano Segun-do, on the other hand, could not contain his happiness over the avalanche of foreigners. The house was suddenly filled with unknown guests, with invincible and worldly carousers, and it became necessary to add bedrooms off the courtyard, widen the dining room, and exchange the old table for one that held sixteen people, with new china and silver, and even then they had to eat lunch in shifts. Fernanda had to swallow her scruples and their guests of the worst sort like kings as they muddied the porch with their boots, urinated in the garden. laid their mats down anywhere to take their siesta, and spoke without regard for the sensitivities of ladies or the proper behavior of gentlemen. Amaranta, was so scandalized with the plebeian invasion that she went back to eating in the kitchen as in olden days. Colonel Aureli-ano Buendía, convinced that the majority of those who came into his workshop to greet him were not doing it because of sympathy or regard but out of the curiosity to meet a historical relic, a museum fossil, decided to shut himself in by barring the door and he was not seen any more except on very rare occasions when he would sit at the street door. úrsula, on the other hand, even during the days when she was already dragging her feet and walking about groping along the walls, felt a juvenile excitement as the time for the arrival of the train approached. "We have to prepare some meat and fish," she would order the four cooks, who hastened to have everything ready under the imperturbable direction of Santa Sofía de la Piedad. "We have to prepare everything," she insisted, "because we never know what these strangers like to eat." The train arrived during the hottest time of day. At lunchtime the house shook with the bustle of a marketplace, and the perspiring guests-who did not even know who their hosts were-trooped in to occupy the best places at the table, while the cooks bumped into each other with enormous kettles of soup, pots of meat, large gourds filled with vegetables, and troughs of rice, and passed around the contents of barrels of lemonade with inexhaustible ladles. The disorder was such that Fernanda was troubled by the idea that many were eating twice and on more than one occasion she was about to burst out with a vegetable hawker's insults because someone at the table in confusion asked her for the check. More than a year had gone by since Mr. Herbert's visit and the only thing that was known was that the gringos were planning to plant banana trees in the enchanted region that José Arcadio Buendía and his men had crossed in search of the route to the great inventions. Two other sons of Colonel Aureli-ano Buendía, with the cross of ashes on their foreheads, arrived, drawn by that great volcanic belch, and they justified their determination with a phrase that may have explained everybody's reasons.
"We came," they said, "because everyone is coming."

隨後幾天，有人看見赫伯特先生拿着捕蝶網和小籃子在市鎮郊區捕捉蝴蝶。下星期三，這兒來了一批工程師、農藝師、水文學家、地形測繪員和土地丈量員，他們在幾小時內就勘探了赫伯特先生捕捉蝴蝶的地方。然後，一個叫傑克。 布勞恩先生的也乘火車來了；他乘坐的銀色車廂是加掛在黃色列車尾部的，有絲絨軟椅和藍色玻璃車頂。在另一個車廂裏，還有一些身穿黑衣服的重要官員，全都圍着布勞恩先生轉來轉去；他們就是從前到處都跟隨着奧雷連諾上校的那些律師，這使人不得不想到，這批農藝師、水文學家、地形測繪員和土地丈量員，象赫伯特先生跟他的氣球和花蝴蝶一樣，也象布勞恩先生跟他那安了輪子的陵墓與兇惡的德國牧羊犬一樣，是同戰爭有某種關係的。然而沒有多少時間加以思考，多疑的馬孔多居民剛剛提出問題：到底會發生什麼事，這市鎮已經變成了一個營地，搭起了鋅頂木棚，棚子裏住滿了外國人，他們幾乎是從世界各地乘坐火車——不僅坐在車廂裏和平臺上，而且坐在車頂上——來到這兒的。沒過多久，外國佬就把沒精打采的老婆接來了，這些女人穿的是凡而紗衣服，戴的是薄紗大帽，於是，他們又在鐵道另一邊建立了一個市鎮；鎮上有棕櫚成蔭的街道，還有窗戶安了鐵絲網的房屋，陽臺上擺着白色桌子，天花板上吊着葉片挺大的電扇，此外還有寬闊的綠色草坪，孔雀和鵪鶉在草坪上盪來盪去。整個街區圍上了很高的金屬柵欄，活象一個碩大的電氣化養雞場。在涼爽的夏天的早晨，柵欄上邊蹲着一隻只燕子，總是顯得黑壓壓的。還沒有人清楚地知道：這些外國人在馬孔多尋找什麼呢，或者他們只是一些慈善家；然而，他們已在這兒鬧得天翻地覆——他們造成的混亂大大超過了從前吉卜賽人造成的混亂，而且這種混亂根本不是短時間的、容易理解的。他們藉助上帝纔有的力量，改變了雨水的狀況，縮短了莊稼成熟的時間，遷移了河道，甚至把河裏的白色石頭都搬到市鎮另一頭的墓地後面去了。就在那個時候，在霍·阿卡蒂奧墳琢褪了色的磚石上面，加了一層鋼筋混凝土，免得河水染上屍骨發出的火藥氣味。對於那些沒帶家眷的外國人，多情的法國藝妓們居住的一條街就變成了他們消遣的地方，這個地方比金屬柵欄後面的市鎮更大，有個星期三開到的一列火車，載來了一批十分奇特的妓女和善於勾引的巴比倫女人，她們甚至懂得各種古老的誘惑方法，能夠刺激陽萎者，鼓舞膽怯者，滿足貪婪者，激發文弱者，教訓傲慢者，改造遁世者。土耳其人街上是一家家燈火輝煌的舶來品商店，這些商店代替了古老的阿拉伯店鋪，星期六晚上這兒都虞集着一羣羣冒險家：有的圍在牌桌旁，有的站在靶場上，有的在小街小巷裏算命和圓夢，有的在餐桌上大吃大喝，星期天早晨，地上到處都是屍體，有些死者是胡鬧的醉漢，但多半是愛看熱鬧的倒黴蛋，都是在夜間鬥毆時被槍打死的、拳頭揍死的、刀子戳死的或者瓶子砸死的。馬孔多突然涌進那麼多的人，最初街道都無法通行，因爲到處都是傢俱、箱子和各種建築材料。有些人沒有得到許可，就隨便在什麼空地上給自己蓋房子；此外還會撞見一種醜惡的景象——成雙成對的人大白天在杏樹之間掛起吊牀，當衆亂搞。唯一寧靜的角落是愛好和平的西印度黑人開闢的——他們在鎮郊建立了整整一條街道，兩旁是木樁架搭的房子，每天傍晚，他們坐在房前的小花園裏，用古怪的語言唱起了抑鬱的聖歌。在短時間裏發生了那麼多的變化，以致在赫伯特先生訪問之後過了八個月，馬孔多的老居民已經認不得自己的市鎮了。
“瞧，咱們招惹了多少麻煩，”奧雷連諾上校那時常說，“都是因爲咱們用香蕉招待了一個外國佬。”
恰恰相反，奧雷連諾第二看見外國人洪水般地涌來，就控制不住自己的高興。家中很快擠滿了各式各樣的陌生人，擠滿了世界各地來的不可救藥的二流子，因此需要在院子裏增建新的住房，擴大飯廳，用一張能坐十六個人的餐桌代替舊的桌子，購置新的碗碟器皿；即使如此，吃飯還得輪班。菲蘭達只好剋制自己的厭惡，象侍候國王一樣侍候這些最無道德的客人：他們把靴底的泥土弄在廊上，直接在花園裏撒尿，午休時想把席子鋪在哪兒就鋪在哪兒，想說什麼就說什麼，根本就不注意婦女的羞澀和男人的恥笑。阿瑪蘭塔被這幫鄙俗的傢伙弄得氣惱已極，又象從前那樣在廚房裏吃飯了。奧雷連諾上校相信，他們大多數人到作坊裏來向他致意，並不是出於同情或者尊敬他，而是好奇地希望看看歷史的遺物，看看博物館的古董，所以他就閂上了門，現在除了極少的情況，再也看不見他坐在當街的門口了。相反地，烏蘇娜甚至已經步履瞞珊、摸着牆壁走路了，但在每一列火車到達的前夜，她都象孩子一般高興。“咱們得預備一些魚肉，”她向四個廚娘吩咐道，她們急於在聖索菲婭。 德拉佩德沉着的指揮下把一切都準備好。“咱們得預備一切東西，”她堅持說，“因爲咱們壓根兒不知道這些外國人想吃啥。”在一天最熱的時刻，列車到達了。午餐時，整座房子象市場一樣鬧哄哄的，汗流浹背的食客甚至還不知道誰是慷慨的主人，就鬧喳喳地蜂擁而入，慌忙在桌邊佔據最好的座位，而廚娘們卻彼此相撞，她們端來了一鍋鍋湯、一盤盤肉菜、一碗碗飯，用長柄勺把整桶整桶的檸檬水舀到玻璃杯裏。房子裏混亂已極，菲蘭達想到許多人吃了兩次就很惱火，所以，當漫不經心的食客把她的家當成小酒館，向她要賬單的時候，她真想用市場上菜販的語言發泄自己的憤怒。赫伯特先生來訪之後過了一年多時間，大家只明白了一點：外國佬打算在一片魔力控制的土地上種植香蕉樹，這片土地就是霍·阿·布恩蒂亞一幫人去尋找偉大發明時經過的土地。奧雷連諾上校的另外兩個腦門上仍有灰十字的兒子又到了馬孔多，他們是被涌入市鎮的火山熔岩般的巨大人流捲來的，爲了證明自己來得有理，他們講的一句話大概能夠說明每個人前來這兒的原因。
“我們到這兒來，”他倆說，“因爲大家都來嘛。”