阿甘正传(英文版)- 第17部分

sumbitch　drown！　you；　gump；　is　lost　us　the　opportunity　of　a　lifetime。〃



so　i　guess　i　done　screwed　up　again。　i　dunno。　i　am　still　jus　try　in　to　do　the　right　thing。



we　is　about　thru　with　the　ping…pong　games；　an　i　have　lost　count　of　who　is　winnin　or　losin。

but　what　has　happen　in　the　meanwhile　is　that　on　account　of　my　pullin　ole　chairman　mao　out　of

the　river；　i　has　bee　sort　of　a　national　hero　to　the　chinamen。



〃gump；〃　mister　wilkins　say；　〃your　stupidity　seems　to　have　turned　into　an　advantage。　i　have

received　a　report　that　the　chinese　envoy　would　like　to　start　discussions　bout　the　possibility　of

reopening　foreign　relations　with　us。　furthermore；　the　chinese　wish　to　thow　you　a　big　parade　thru



　



downtown　peking；　an　so　i　expect　you　to　be　on　your　good　behavior。〃



they　helt　the　parade　two　days　later；　an　it　were　a　sight　to　see。　they　was　bout　a　billion

chinamen　along　the　streets；　an　they　was　wavin　an　bowin　an　all　when　i　went　by。　the　thing　was

sposed　to　wind　up　at　the　kumingtang；　which　is　like　the　capitol　of　china；　an　i　am　sposed　to　get

thanked　by　chairman　mao　personally。



when　we　get　there；　the　chairman　is　all　dried　out　an　glad　to　see　me。　they　has　put　on　a　big

spread　for　lunch　an　i　get　to　sit　nex　to　the　chairman　hissef。　in　the　middle　of　the　lunch；　he　lean　over

to　me　an　say；　〃i　have　heard　you　was　in　vietnam。　may　i　ask　what　you　think　of　the　war？〃　an

interpreter　translate　that　for　me；　an　i　think　about　it　for　a　moment　or　two；　but　then　i　figger；　what

the　hell；　if　he　didn'；t　want　to　know；　he　wouldn'；t　of　axed；　an　so　i　say；　〃i　think　it'；s　a　bunch　of　shit。〃



the　interpreter　translate　that　back　to　him；　an　chairman　mao　get　a　odd　expression　on　his

face；　an　look　at　me　funny；　but　then　his　eyes　light　up　an　he　break　out　with　a　big　smile；　an　start

shakin　my　han　an　noddin　his　head　like　one　of　them　little　dolls　with　a　spring　for　a　neck。　people

took　pitchers　of　that；　an　afterward　they　was　in　the　american　newspapers。　but　i　ain'；t　never　tole

nobody　till　now　what　i　said　to　make　him　smile　that　way。



the　day　we　lef；　we　is　goin　out　of　the　hotel　an　they　is　a　big　crowd　watchin　us　leave　an　cheerin

an　clappin。　i　look　over　an　they　is　this　chinese　mama　with　a　little　boy　on　her　shoulders；　an　i　can

see　he　is　a　real　mongolian　idiot—　eyes　all　crossed；　tongue　hangin　out；　droolin　an　babbling　like

them　kinds　of　idiots　do。　well；　i　can'；t　hep　mysef。　mister　wilkins　have　ordered　us　not　to　never　go

up　to　any　chinamen　without　first　gettin　his　permission；　but　i　went　on　over　there　an　i　got　me　a

couple　of　ping…pong　balls　in　my　pocket　an　i　take　one　of　em　out　an　get　a　pen　an　put　my　x　on　it　an

give　it　to　the　little　boy。　firs　thing　he　does　is　put　it　in　his　mouth；　but　then；　when　that　all

straightened　out；　he　reach　out　an　grap　my　fingers　with　his　han。　an　then　he　start　to　smile—　great

big　ole　grin—　an　all　of　a　sudden　i　seen　tears　in　his　mama'；s　eyes；　an　she　start　chatterin；　an　our

interpreter　say　to　me　that　is　the　first　time　the　little　feller　have　ever　smiled。　they　is　things　i　could

tell　her；　i　guess；　but　we　ain'；t　got　time。



anyway；　i　start　to　walk　away　an　the　little　boy　done　thowed　the　ping　pong　ball　an　bounce　it

off　the　back　of　my　head。　it　were　jus　my　luck　that　somebody　got　a　photograph　right　at　that

moment；　an；　of　course；　it　wound　up　in　the　newspapers。　〃young　chinese　displays　his　hatred　of

american　capitalists；〃　the　caption　said。



anyway；　mister　wilkins　e　up　an　drag　me　away　an　fore　i　know　it；　we　is　on　the　plane　an

flyin　high。　last　thing　he　says　to　me　afore　we　land　back　in　washington　is；　〃well；　gump；　i　spose

you　know　about　the　chinese　custom　that　if　you　save　a　chinaman'；s　life；　you　is　responsible　for　it

forever。〃　he　have　a　nasty　little　smile　on　his　face；　an　he　is　settin　next　to　me　on　the　plane　an　they

has　just　tole　us　not　to　get　up　an　to　fasten　our　seatbelts。　well；　i　jus　look　over　at　him　an　cut　the

biggest　fart　of　my　life。　it　soun　somethin　like　a　buzz　saw。　mister　wilkins'；　eyes　bugged　out　an　he

say；　〃argggg！〃　an　start　fannin　the　air　an　tryin　to　unloosen　his　seatbelt。



a　pretty　stewardess　e　runnin　up　to　see　what　all　the　motion　is　about　an　mister

wilkins　is　coughin　an　choakin　an　all　of　a　sudden　i　done　started　fannin　the　air　mysef　an　holdin　my

nose　an　pointin　at　mister　wilkins；　an　shoutin；　〃somebody　open　a　winder；〃　an　shit　like　that。　mister

wilkins；　he　get　all　red　in　the　face　an　begin　protestin　an　pointin　back　at　me；　but　the　stewardess；　she

jus　smiled　an　gone　on　back　to　her　seat。　after　he　quit　sputterin　an　all；　mister　wilkins　start　adjustin

his　collar　an　say　to　me　under　his　breath；　〃gump；　that　was　a　extremely　crude　thing　to　do。〃　but　i　jus

grinned　an　looked　straight　ahead。



they　sent　me　back　to　fort　dix　after　that；　but　instead　of　puttin　me　in　the　steam　heat

pany；　i　am　tole　they　is　lettin　me　out　of　the　army　early。　it　don'；t　take　but　a　day　or　so；　an　then　i

am　gone。　they　give　me　some　money　for　a　ticket　home；　an　i　have　got　a　few　dollars　mysef。　now　i



　



got　to　decide　what　to　do。



i　know　i　ought　to　go　on　home　an　see　my　mama；　cause　she'；s　in　the　po　house　an　all。　i　think

maybe　i　ought　to　get　started　with　the　little　srimp　bidness；　too；　an　begin　to　make　somethin　of　my

life；　but　all　this　time；　in　the　back　of　my　mind；　i　have　been　thinkin　of　jenny　curran　up　at　harvard

university。　i　got　a　bus　to　the　train　station；　an　all　the　way　there　i　am　tryin　to　figger　what　is　the

right　thing　to　do。　but　when　the　time　e　to　buy　my　ticket；　i　tole　them　i　wanted　to　go　to　boston。

there　are　jus　times　when　you　can'；t　let　the　right　thing　stand　in　yo　way。　　


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i　did　not　have　no　address　for　jenny　cept　a　post　office　box；　but　i　did　have　her

letter　with　the　name　of　the　little　place　where　she　said　she　was　playin　with　her　band；　the　cracked

eggs。　it　was　called　the　hodaddy　club。　i　tried　to　walk　there　from　the　train　station；　but　i　kep　gettin

lost；　so　i　finally　took　a　taxicab。　it　was　in　the　afternoon　an　there　was　nobody　in　there　but　a　couple

of　drunk　guys　an　bout　a　half　inch　of　beer　on　the　floor　from　the　night　before。　but　they　was　a　feller

behin　the　bar　say　jenny　an　them　will　be　there　bout　nine　o'；clock。　i　axed　if　i　can　wait；　an　the　guy

say；　〃sure；〃　so　i　set　down　for　five　or　six　hours　an　took　a　load　off　my　feet。　directly；　the　place

begun　to　fill　up。　they　was　mostly　college…lookin　kids　but　was　dressed　like　geeks　at　a　sideshow。

everbody　wearin　dirty　blue　jeans　an　tee　shirts　an　all　the　guys　had　beards　an　wore　glasses　an　all

the　girls　have　hair　that　look　like　a　bird　gonna　fly　out　of　it　any　secont。　presently　the　band　e　out

on　stage　an　start　settin　up。　they　is　three　or　four　fellers　an　they　has　got　all　this　huge　electric　stuff；

pluggin　it　in　everwhere。　it　certainly　is　a　far　cry　from　what　we　done　in　the　student　union　building

back　at　the　university。　also；　i　do　not　see　jenny　curran　noplace。



after　they　get　the　electric　stuff　set　up；　they　start　to　play；　an　let　me　say　this：　them　people　was

loud！　all　sorts　of　colored　lights　begin　to　flash　an　the　music　they　is　makin　sound　sort　of　like　a　jet

airplane　when　it　takin　off。　but　the　crowd　lovin　it　an　when　they　is　done；　everbody　begin　to　cheer

an　yell。　then　a　light　fall　on　a　side　of　the　stage　an　there　she　is—　jenny　hersef！



she　is　changed　from　the　way　i　known　her。　first；　she　is　got　hair　down　to　her　ass；　an　is　wearin

sunglasses　inside；　at　night！　she　is　dressed　in　blue　jeans　an　a　shirt　with　so　many　spangles　on　it　she

look　like　a　telephone　switchboard。　the　band　start　up　again　an　jenny　begun　to　sing。　she　has

grapped　hole　of　the　microphone　an　is　dancin　all　aroun　the　stage；　jumpin　up　an　down　an　wavin　her

arms　an　tossin　her　hair　aroun。　i　am　tryin　to　understan　the　words　to　the　song；　but　the　band　is　playin

too　loud　for　that；　beatin　on　the　drums；　bangin　on　the　piano；　swattin　them　electric　guitars　till　it

seem　like　the　roof　gonna　cave　in。　i　am　thinkin；　what　the　hell　is　this？



after　a　wile　they　take　a　break　an　so　i　got　up　an　tried　to　get　through　a　door　that　go　backstage。

but　they　is　a　feller　standing　there　who　say　i　cannot　e　in。　when　i　go　walkin　back　to　my　seat；　i

notice　everbody　is　starin　at　my　army　uniform。　〃that　is　some　costume　you　has　got　on　there；〃

somebody　says；　an　somebody　else　say；　〃far　out！〃　an　another　one　say；　〃is　he　for　real？〃



i　am　beginnin　to　feel　like　a　idiot　again；　an　so　i　gone　on　outside；　thinkin　maybe　i　can　walk

aroun　an　figger　things　out。　i　guess　i　must　of　walked　for　haf　an　hour　or　so；　an　when　i　get　back　to

the　place　they　is　a　long　line　of　people　waitin　to　get　in。　i　go　up　to　the　front　an　try　to　splain　to　the

guy　that　all　my　stuff　is　in　there；　but　he　say　to　go　wait　at　the　end　of　the　line。　i　guess　i　stood　there　a

hour　or　so；　an　listened　to　the　music　in　from　inside；　an　i　have　to　tell　you；　it　sounded　a　little

better　when　you　got　away　from　it　like　that。



anyway；　after　a　wile；　i　got　bored　an　went　down　a　alley　an　roun　to　the　back　of　the　club。　they

was　some　little　steps　an　i　sat　down　there　an　watched　the　rats　chasin　each　other　in　the　garbage。　i

had　my　harmonica　in　my　pocket；　so'