英语听书《白鲸记》第21期

  Instantly I felt a shock running through all my frame;nothing was to be seen,and nothing was to be heard; 

 but a supernatural hand seemed placed in mine.My arm hung over the counterpane,and the nameless,unimaginable, 
 silent form or phantom,to which the hand belonged,seemed closely seated by my bed side.For what seemed ages piled on ages, 
 I lay there,frozen with the most awful fears,not daring to drag away my hand;yet ever thinking that if I could but stir it one single inch, 
 the horrid 1 spell would be broken.I knew not how this consciousness at last glided 2 away from me; 
 but waking in the morning,I shudderingly 3 remembered it all, 
 and for days and weeks and months afterwards I lost myself in confounding attempts to explain the mystery. 
 Nay,to this very hour,I often puzzle myself with it. 
 Now,take away the awful fear,and my sensations at feeling the supernatural hand in mine were very similar, 
 in their strangeness,to those which I experienced on waking up and seeing Queequeg's pagan arm thrown round me. 
 But at length all the past night's events soberly recurred,one by one,in fixed 4 reality, 
 and then I lay only alive to the comical predicament.For though I tried to move his arm unlock his bridegroom clasp yet, 
 sleeping as he was,he still hugged me tightly,as though naught 5 but death should part us twain. 
 I now strove to rouse him Queequeg!but his only answer was a snore.I then rolled over, 
 my neck feeling as if it were in a horse collar;and suddenly felt a slight scratch. 
 Throwing aside the counterpane,there lay the tomahawk sleeping by the savage's side, 
 as if it were a hatchet 6 faced baby.A pretty pickle,truly,thought I;abed here in a strange house in the broad day, 
 with a cannibal and a tomahawk!Queequeg!in the name of goodness,Queequeg,wake!At length,by dint 7 of much wriggling, 
 and loud and incessant 8 expostulations upon the unbecomingness of his hugging a fellow male in that matrimonial sort of style, 
 I succeeded in extracting a grunt;and presently,he drew back his arm, 
 shook himself all over like a Newfoundland dog just from the water,and sat up in bed, 
 stiff as a pike staff,looking at me,and rubbing his eyes as if he did not altogether remember how I came to be there, 
 though a dim consciousness of knowing something about me seemed slowly dawning over him. 
 Meanwhile,I lay quietly eyeing him,having no serious misgivings 9 now,and bent 10 upon narrowly observing so curious a creature. 
 When,at last,his mind seemed made up touching 11 the character of his bedfellow,and he became,as it were,reconciled to the fact; 
 he jumped out upon the floor,and by certain signs and sounds gave me to understand that,if it pleased me, 
 he would dress first and then leave me to dress afterwards,leaving the whole apartment to myself.