《瓦尔登湖·第十章·贝克农场·Baker Farm》第3节
I thought of living there before I went to Walden. I “hooked” the apples, leaped the brook, and scared the musquash and the trout. It was one of those afternoons which seem indefinitely long before one, in which many events may happen, a large portion of our natural life, though it was already half spent when I started. By the way there came up a shower, which compelled me to stand half an hour under a pine, piling boughs over my head, and wearing my handkerchief for a shed; and when at length I had made one cast over the pickerel-weed, standing up to my middle in water, I found myself suddenly in the shadow of a cloud, and the thunder began to rumble with such emphasis that I could do no more than listen to it. The gods must be proud, thought I, with such forked flashes to rout a poor unarmed fisherman. So I made haste for shelter to the nearest hut, which stood half a mile from any road, but so much the nearer to the pond, and had long been uninhabited:— “And here a poet builded, / In the completed years, / For behold a trivial cabin / That to destruction steers.”
注释摘要
这一段写的是梭罗去费尔黑文钓鱼的路上，穿过愉悦草甸时的一段经历，也是他与爱尔兰移民约翰·菲尔德相遇前的情景铺设。他先说自己去瓦尔登湖之前就考虑过住在这个地方，“钩”苹果、跃过溪流、惊动了麝鼠和鳟鱼。那个下午在他心里漫长得近乎无边，仿佛能容纳整整一大段自然生命——尽管他出门时下午已经过了一半。这种主观感受与钟表时间的错位，恰恰是他在本书里一再写到的：当你不再…