第53章 包法利夫人 (1)
平庸的医学学生查理·包法利，在他那年长而
衰弱的太太去世后和心爱的爱玛结婚。浪漫的爱玛
对这个不懂生活情趣的丈夫日渐厌倦，查理为了妻
子能高兴，搬到了勇维尔·拉贝。在这里爱玛接连
遭到了赖昂和罗道尔弗的抛弃。绝望的爱玛委身于
读书归来的赖昂，陷入了堕落的快乐中。为了维持
与这些男人的关系，爱玛一再举债，直至破产。在
绝望之余，她服砷自杀了。
[ 法] 居斯塔夫·福楼拜（ Gustave Flaubert）
We were in class when the head-master came in，followed
by a“new fellow，”not wearing the school uniform，and a school
servant carrying a large desk. Those who had been asleep woke
up，and every one rose as if just surprised at his work.
The headmaster made a sign to us to sit down. Then，turning
to the classmaster，he said to him in a low voice—
“Monsieur Roger，here is a pupil whom I recommend to
your care ；he’ll be in the second. If his work and conduct are
satisfactory，he will go into one of the upper classes，as becomes
his age.”
The“new fellow，”standing in the corner behind the door so
that he could hardly be seen，was a country lad of about fifteen，and
taller than any of us. His hair was cut square on his forehead
like a village chorister’s ；he looked reliable，but very ill at ease.
Although he was not broad-shouldered，his short school jacket
of green cloth with black buttons must have been tight about the
arm-holes，and showed at the opening of the cuffs red wrists
accustomed to being bare. His legs，in blue stockings，looked out
from beneath yellow trousers，drawn tight by braces，He wore
stout，ill-cleaned，hob-nailed boots.
We began repeating the lesson. He listened with all his ears，
as attentive as if at a sermon，not daring even to cross his legs
or lean on his elbow ；and when at two o’clock the bell rang，the
master was obliged to tell him to fall into line with the rest of us.
When we came back to work，we were in the habit of throwing
our caps on the ground so as to have our hands more free ；we
used from the door to toss them under the form，so that they hit
against the wall and made a lot of dust: it was the thing.
But，whether he had not noticed the trick，or did not dare
to attempt it，the“new fellow”，was still holding his cap on his
knees even after prayers were over. It was one of those headgears
of composite order，in which we can find traces of the
bearskin，shako，billycock hat，sealskin cap，and cotton nightcap
；one of those poor things，in fine，whose dumb ugliness has
depths of expression，like an imbecile’s face. Oval，stiffened with
whalebone，it began with three round knobs ；then came in
succession lozenges of velvet and rabbit-skin separated by a red
band ；after that a sort of bag that ended in a cardboard polygon
covered with complicated braiding，from which hung，at the end
of a long thin cord，small twisted gold threads in the manner of a
tassel. The cap was new ；its peak shone.
“Rise，”said the master.
He stood up ；his cap fell. The whole class began to laugh.
He stooped to pick it up. A neighbor knocked it down again with
his elbow ；he picked it up once more.
“Get rid of your helmet，”said the master，who was a bit of
a wag.
There was a burst of laughter from the boys，which so
thoroughly put the poor lad out of countenance that he did not
know whether to keep his cap in his hand，leave it on the ground，
or put it on his head. He sat down again and placed it on his knee.
“Rise，”repeated the master，“and tell me your name.”
The new boy articulated in a stammering voice an unintelligible
name.