英语听书《白鲸记》第20期

  CHAPTER 4.The Counterpane. 

 Upon waking next morning about daylight, 
 I found Queequeg's arm thrown over me in the most loving and affectionate manner. 
 You had almost thought I had been his wife.The counterpane was of patchwork 1, 
 full of odd little parti coloured squares and triangles;and this arm of his tattooed 2 all over with an interminable Cretan labyrinth 3 of a figure, 
 no two parts of which were of one precise shade owing I suppose to his keeping his arm at sea unmethodically in sun and shade, 
 his shirt sleeves irregularly rolled up at various times this same arm of his, 
 I say,looked for all the world like a strip of that same patchwork quilt.Indeed, 
 partly lying on it as the arm did when I first awoke,I could hardly tell it from the quilt, 
 they so blended their hues 4 together;and it was only by the sense of weight and pressure that I could tell that Queequeg was hugging me. 
 My sensations were strange.Let me try to explain them.When I was a child,I well remember a somewhat similar circumstance that befell me; 
 whether it was a reality or a dream,I never could entirely 5 settle.The circumstance was this. 
 I had been cutting up some caper 6 or other I think it was trying to crawl up the chimney,as I had seen a little sweep do a few days previous; 
 and my stepmother who,somehow or other,was all the time whipping me,or sending me to bed supperless, 
 my mother dragged me by the legs out of the chimney and packed me off to bed,though it was only two o'clock in the afternoon of the 21st June, 
 the longest day in the year in our hemisphere.I felt dreadfully.But there was no help for it, 
 so up stairs I went to my little room in the third floor,undressed myself as slowly as possible so as to kill time,and with a bitter sigh got between the sheets. 
 I lay there dismally 7 calculating that sixteen entire hours must elapse before I could hope for a resurrection. 
 Sixteen hours in bed!the small of my back ached to think of it.And it was so light too; 
 the sun shining in at the window,and a great rattling 8 of coaches in the streets,and the sound of gay voices all over the house. 
 I felt worse and worse at last I got up,dressed,and softly going down in my stockinged feet, 
 sought out my stepmother,and suddenly threw myself at her feet, 
 beseeching her as a particular favour to give me a good slippering for my misbehaviour; 
 anything indeed but condemning 9 me to lie abed such an unendurable length of time. 
 But she was the best and most conscientious 10 of stepmothers,and back I had to go to my room. 
 For several hours I lay there broad awake,feeling a great deal worse than I have ever done since, 
 even from the greatest subsequent misfortunes.At last I must have fallen into a troubled nightmare of a doze; 
 and slowly waking from it half steeped in dreams I opened my eyes,and the before sun lit room was now wrapped in outer darkness.