《白噪音(White Noise) (英文版)作者:唐·德里罗(Don DeLillo)》

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白噪音(White Noise) (英文版)作者:唐·德里罗(Don DeLillo)- 第42部分


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nes and other refuse。 The bottles were broken; the cartons flat。 Product colors were undiminished in brightness and intensity。 Fats; juices and heavy sludges seeped through layers of pressed vegetable matter。 I felt like an archaeologist about to sift through a finding of tool fragments and assorted cave trash。 It was about ten days since Denise had pacted the Dylar。 That particular round of garbage had almost certainly been taken outside and collected by now。 Even if it hadn't; the tablets had surely been demolished by the pactor ram。
  These facts were helpful in my efforts to believe that I was merely passing time; casually thumbing through the garbage。
  I unfolded the bag cuffs; released the latch and lifted out the bag。 The full stench hit me with shocking force。 Was this ours? Did it belong to us? Had we created it? I took the bag out to the garage and emptied it。 The pressed bulk sat there like an ironic modern sculpture; massive; squat; mocking。 I jabbed at it with the butt end of a rake and then spread the material over the concrete floor。 I picked through it item by item; mass by shapeless mass; wondering why I felt guilty; a violator of privacy; uncovering intimate and perhaps shameful secrets。 It was hard not to be distracted by some of the things they'd chosen to submit to the Juggernaut appliance。 But why did I feel like a household spy? Is garbage so private? Does it glow at the core with personal heat; with signs of one's deepest nature; clues to secret yearnings; humiliating flaws? What habits; fetishes; addictions; inclinations? What solitary acts; behavioral ruts? I found crayon drawings of a figure with full breasts and male genitals。 There was a long piece of twine that contained a series of knots and loops。 It seemed at first a random construction。 Looking more closely I thought I detected a plex relationship between the size of the loops; the degree of the knots (single or double) and the intervals between knots with loops and freestanding knots。 Some kind of occult geometry or symbolic festoon of obsessions。 I found a banana skin with a tampon inside。 Was this the dark underside of consumer consciousness? I came across a horrible clotted mass of hair; soap; ear swabs; crushed roaches; flip…top rings; sterile pads smeared with pus and bacon fat; strands of frayed dental floss; fragments of ballpoint refills; toothpicks still displaying bits of impaled food。 There was a pair of shredded undershorts with lipstick markings; perhaps a memento of the Grayview Motel。
  But no sign anywhere of a shattered amber vial or the remains of those saucer…shaped tablets。 It didn't matter。 I would face whatever had to be faced without chemical assistance。 Babette had said Dylar was fool's gold。 She was right; Winnie Richards was right; Denise was right。 They were my friends and they were right。
  I decided to take another physical。 When the results were in; I went to see Dr。 Chakravarty in his little office in the medical building。 He sat there reading the printout; a man with a puffy face and shadowy eyes; his long hands set flat on the desk; his head wagging slightly。
  〃Here you are again; Mr。 Gladney。 We see you so often these days。  How nice it is to find a patient who regards his status seriously。〃
  〃What status?〃
  〃His status as a patient。 People tend to forget they are patients。 Once they leave the doctor's office or the hospital; they simply put it out of their minds。 But you are all permanent patients; like it or not。 I am the doctor; you the patient。 Doctor doesn't cease being doctor at close of day。 Neither should patient。 People expect doctor to go about things with the utmost seriousness; skill and experience。 But what about patient? How professional is he?〃
  He did not look up from the printout as he said these things in his meticulous singsong。
  〃I don't think I like your potassium very much at all;〃 he went on。 〃Look here。 A bracketed number with puterized stars。〃
  〃What does that mean?〃
  〃There's no point your knowing at this stage。〃
  〃How was my potassium last time?〃
  〃Quite average in fact。 But perhaps this is a false elevation。 We are dealing with whole blood。 There is the question of a gel barrier。 Do you know what this means?〃 '〃No。〃
  〃There isn't time to explain。 We have true elevation and false elevations。 This is all you have to know。〃
  〃Exactly how elevated is my potassium?〃
  〃It has gone through the roof; evidently。〃
  〃What might this be a sign of?〃
  〃It could mean nothing; it could mean a very great deal indeed。〃
  〃How great?〃
  〃Now we are getting into semantics;〃 he said。
  〃What I'm trying to get at is could this potassium be an indication of some condition just beginning to manifest itself; some condition caused perhaps by an ingestion; an exposure; an involuntary spillage…intake; some substance in the air or the rain?〃
  〃Have you in fact e into contact with such a substance?〃
  〃No;〃 I said。
  〃Are you sure?〃
  Positive。 Why; do the numbers show some sign of possible exposure?〃
  〃If you haven't been exposed; then they couldn't very well show a sign; could they?〃
  'Then we agree;〃 I said。
  〃Tell me this; Mr。 Gladney; in all honesty。 How do you feel?〃
  〃To the best of my knowledge; I feel very well。 First…rate。 I feel better than I have in years; relatively speaking。〃
  〃What do you mean; relatively speaking?〃
  〃Given the fact I'm older now。〃
  He looked at me carefully。 He seemed to be trying to stare me down。 Then he made a note on my record。 I might have been a child facing the school principal over a series of unexcused absences。
  I said; 〃How can we tell whether the elevation is true or false?〃
  〃I will send you to Glassboro for further tests。 Would you like that? There is a brand…new facility called Autumn Harvest Farms。 They have gleaming new equipment。 You won't be disappointed; wait and see。 It gleams; absolutely。〃
  〃All right。 But is potassium the only thing we have to watch?〃
  〃The less you know; the better。 Go to Glassboro。 Tell them to delve thoroughly。 No stone unturned。 Tell them to send you back to me with sealed results。 I will analyze them down to the smallest detail。 I will absolutely pick them apart。 They have the know…how at Harvest Farms; the most delicate of instruments; I promise you。 The best of third…world technicians; the latest procedures。〃
  His bright smile hung there like a peach on a tree。
  〃Together; as doctor and patient; we can do things that neither of us could do separately。 There is not enough emphasis on prevention。 An ounce of prevention; goes the saying。 Is this a proverb or a maxim? Surely professor can tell us。〃
  〃I'll need time to think about it。〃
  〃In any case; prevention is the thing; isn't it? I've just seen the latest issue of American Mortician。 Quite a shocking picture。 The industry is barely adequate to acmodating the vast numbers of dead。〃
  Babette was right。 He spoke English beautifully。 I went home and started throwing things away。 I threw away fishing lures; dead tennis balls; torn luggage。 I ransacked the attic for old furniture; discarded lampshades; warped screens; bent curtain rods。 I threw away picture frames; shoe trees; umbrella stands; wall brackets; highchairs and cribs; collapsible TV trays; beanbag chairs; broken turntables。 I threw away shelf paper; faded stationery; manuscripts of articles I'd written; galley proofs of the same articles; the journals in which the articles were printed。 The more things I threw away; the more I found。 The house was a sepia maze of old and tired things。 There was an immensity of things; an overburdening weight; a connection; a mortality。 I stalked the rooms; flinging things into cardboard boxes。 Plastic electric fans; burnt…out toasters; Star Trek needlepoints。 It took well over an hour to get everything down to the sidewalk。 No one helped me。 I didn't want help or pany or human understanding。 I just wanted to get the stuff out of the house。 I sat on the front steps alone; waiting for a sense of ease and peace to settle in the air around me。
  A woman passing on the street said; 〃A decongestant; an antihistamine; a cough suppressant; a pain reliever。〃
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  Babette could not get enough of talk radio。 〃I hate my face;〃 a woman said。 'This is an ongoing problem with me for years。 Of all the faces you could have given me; lookswise; this one has got to be the worst。 But how can I not look? Even if you took all my mirrors away; I would still find a way to look。 How can I not look on the one hand? But I hate it on the other。 In other words I still look。 Because whose face is it; obviously? What do I do; forget it's there; pretend it's someone else's? What I'm trying to do with this call; Mel; is find other people who have a problem accepting their face。 Here are some questions to get us started。 What did you look like before you were born? What will you look like in the afterlife; regardless of race or color?〃
  Babette wore her sweatsuit almost all the time。 It was a plain gray outfit; loose and drooping。 She cooked in it; drove the kids to school; wore it to the hardware store and the stationer's。 I thought about it for a while; decided there was nothing excessively odd in this; nothing to worry about; no reason to believe she was sinking into apathy and despair。
  〃How do you feel?〃 I said。 'Tell the truth。〃
  〃What is the truth? I'm spending more time with Wilder。 Wilder helps me get by。〃
  〃I depend on you to be the healthy outgoing former Babette。 I need this as badly as you do; if not more。〃
  〃What is need? We all need。 Where is the uniqueness in this?〃
  〃Are you feeling basically the same?〃
  〃You mean am I sick unto death? The fear hasn't gone; Jack。〃
  〃We have to stay active。〃
  〃Active helps but Wilder helps more。〃
  〃Is it my imagination;〃 I said; 〃or is he talking less than ever?〃
  'There's enough talk。 What is talk? I don't want him to talk。 The less he talks; the better。〃
  〃Denise worries about you。〃
  〃Who?〃
  〃Denise。〃
  〃Talk is radio;〃 she said。
  Denise would not let her mother go running unless she promised to apply layers of sunscreen gel。 The girl would follow her out of the house to dash a final glob of lotion across the back of Babette's neck; then stand on her toes to stroke it evenly in。 She tried to cover every exposed spot。 The brows; the lids。 They had bitter arguments about the need for this。 Denise said the sun was a risk to a fair…skinned person。 Her mother claimed the whole business was publicity for disease。
  〃Besides; I'm a runner;〃 she said。 〃A runner by definition is less likely to be struck by damaging rays than a standing or walking figure。〃
  Denise spun in my direction; arms flung out; her body beseeching me to set the woman straight。
  'The worst rays are direct;〃 Babette said。 〃This means the faster a person is moving; the more likely she is to receive only partial hits; glancing rays; deflections。〃
  Denise let her mouth fall open; bent her body at the knees。 In truth I wasn't sure her mother was wrong。
  〃It is all a corporate tie…in;〃 Babette said in summary。 'The sunscreen; the marketing; the fear; the disease。 You can't have one without the
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