time enough for love-时间足够你爱(英文版)-第39部分

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　　第33节
　　
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　　A　petent　and　self…confident　person　is　incapable　of　jealousy　in　anything。　Jealousy　is　invariably　a　symptom　of　neurotic　insecurity。
　　
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　　Money　is　the　sincerest　of　all　flattery。
　　
　　Women　love　to　be　flattered。
　　
　　So　do　men。
　　
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　　You　live　and　learn。　Or　you　don't　live　long。
　　
　　Whenever　women　have　insisted　on　absolute　equality　with　men；　they　have　invariably　wound　up　with　the　dirty　end　of　the　stick。　What　they　are　and　what　they　can　do　makes　them　superior　to　men；　and　their　proper　tactic　is　to　demand　special　privileges；　all　the　traffic　will　bear。　They　should　never　settle　merely　for　equality。　For　women；　〃equality〃　is　a　disaster。
　　
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　　Peace　is　an　extension　of　War　by　political　means。　Plenty　of　elbowroom　is　pleasanter…and　much　safer。
　　
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　　One　man's　〃magic〃　is　another　man's　engineering。　〃Supernatural〃　is　a　null　word。
　　
　　The　phrase　〃we　（I）　（you）　simply　must…〃　designates　something　that　need　not　be　done。　〃That　goes　without　saying〃　is　a　red　warning。　〃Of　course〃　means　you　had　best　check　it　yourself。　These　small…change　clich閟　and　others　like　them；　when　read　correctly；　are　reliable　channel　markers。
　　
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　　Do　not　handicap　your　children　by　making　their　lives　easy。
　　
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　　Rub　her　feet。
　　
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　　If　you　happen　to　be　one　of　the　fretful　minority　who　can　do　creative　work；　never　force　an　idea；　you'll　abort　it　if　you　do。　Be　patient　and　you'll　give　birth　to　it　when　the　time　is　ripe。　Learn　to　wait。
　　
　　Never　crowd　youngsters　about　their　private　affairs…sex　especially。　When　they　are　growing　up；　they　are　nerve　ends　all　over；　and　resent　（quite　properly）　any　invasion　of　their　privacy。　Oh；　sure；　they'll　make　mistakes…but　that's　their　business；　not　yours。　（You　made　your　own　mistakes；　did　you　not？）
　　
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　　Never　underestimate　the　power　of　human　stupidity。
　　
　　VARIATIONS　ON　A　THEME
　　
　　XI
　　
　　The　Tale　of　the　Adopted　Daughter
　　
　　Stand　with　me　on　Man's　old　pla；　gazing　north　when　sky　has　darkened；　follow　down　the　Dipper's　handle；　half　again　and　veering　leftward。　Do　you　see　it？　Can　you　sense　it？　Nothing　there　but　cold　and　darkness。　Try　again　with　both　eyes　covered；　try　once　more　with　inner　vision；　hearken　now　to　wild　geese　honking；　sounding　through　the　endless　spaces；　bouncing　off　the　strange　equations。　There　it　glistens！　Hold　the　vision；　warp　your　ship　through　crumpled　spaces。　Gently；　gently；　do　not　lose　it。　Virgin　pla；　new　beginnings…　Woodrow　Smith；　of　many　faces；　many　names；　and　many　places；　led　this　band　to　New　Beginnings；　pla　clean　and　bright　as　morning。　End　of　line；　he　told　his　shipmates。　Endless　miles　of　untouched　prairie；　endless　stands　of　uncut　timber；　winding　rivers；　soaring　mountains；　hidden　wealth　and　hidden　dangers。　Here　is　life　or　here　is　dying；　only　sin　is　lack　of　trying。Grab　your　pickles　and。grab　your　shovels；　dig　latrines　and　build　your　hovels…next　year　better；　next　year　stronger；　next　year's　furrows　that　much　longer。　Learn　to　grow　it；　learn　to　eat　it。　You　can't　buy　it；　learn　to　make　it！　How　d'you　know　until　you've　tried　it？　Try　again　and　keep　on　trying。
　　
　　Ernest　Gibbons；　n？Woodrow　Smith；　sometimes　known　as　Lazarus　Long；　et　al。；　President　of　New　Beginnings　Bank　of　merce；　walked　out　of　the　Waldorf　Dining　Room。　He　stood　on　the　veranda；　picking　his　teeth　and　looking　over　the　busy　street　scene。　Half　a　dozen　saddle　mules　and　a　loper　（muzzled）　were　hitched　just　below　him。　Up　the　street　to　the　right　a　mule　train　from　out　back　was　unpacking　at　the　dock　of　the　Top　Dollar　Trading　Post　（E。　Gibbons；　Prop。）。　A　dog　lay　in　the　dust　in　the　middle　of　the　street；　mounted　traffic　went　around　him。　Across　the　street　to　his　left　a　dozen　children　played　some　noisy　game　in　the　yard　of　Mrs。　Mayberry's　Primary　School。
　　
　　He　could　count　thirty…seven　people　without　moving　from　that　spot。　What　a　change　eighteen　years　made！　Top　Dollar　was　no　longer　the　only　settlement；　or　even　the　largest。　New　Pittsburgh　was　larger　（and　dirtier）；　and　both　Separation　and　Junction　were　large　enough　to　be　called　towns。　This　from　only　two　shiploads　and　in　a　colony　that　had　almost　starved　its　first　winter。
　　
　　He　did　not　like　to　think　about　that　winter。　That　one　family…cannibalism　had　not　actually　been　proved…still；　it　was　just　as　'well　that　they　were　all　dead。
　　
　　Forget　it。　The　weak　ones　died；　and　the　bad　ones　died　or　were　killed；　the　stock　that　survived　was　always　stronger；　smarter；　more　decent。　New　Beginnings　was　a　pla　to　be　proud　of；　and　it　would　get　better　and　better…and　better　for　a　long　time。
　　
　　Still；　almost　twenty　years　was　long　enough　to　stay　in　one　place；　it　was　time　to　ship　out　again。　In　many　ways　it　had　been　more　fun　when　he　and　Andy；　God　rest　his　sweet　innocent　soul；　had　gone　banging　around　the　stars　together；　lining　up　real　estate　and　never　staying　longer　than　necessary　to　assess　potentialities。　He　wondered　if　his　son　Zaccur　would　be　back　on　time　with　a　third　load　of　hopefuls。
　　
　　He　lifted　his　kilt　and　scratched　above　his　right　knee…　checked　his　blaster…hitched　at　the　belt；　band　on　the　left；　checked　his　needle　gun…scratched　the　back　of　his　neck；　made　sure　of　his　second　throwing　knife。　Ready　to　face　the　public；　he　considered　whether　to　go　to　his　desk　at　the　bank　or　to　the　trading　post　and　check　that　ining　shipment。　Neither　appealed　to　him。
　　
　　One　of　the　hitched　mules　nodded　at　him。　Gibbons　looked　at　him；　then　said；　〃Hi；　Buck。　How　are　you；　boy？　Where's　your　boss？〃
　　
　　Buck　closed　his　lips　tightly；　then　said　explosively；　〃Pannnk！〃
　　
　　That　settled　one　point：　If　Clyde　Learner　had　hitched　here　instead　of　in　front　Of　the　bank；　it　meant　that　Clyde　intended　to　use　the　side　door　…and　was　looking　for　another　loan。　Let's　see　what　effort　he　makes　to　find　me。
　　
　　Skip　the　trading　post；　too…not　only　would　Cjyde　look　there　next　but　it　wasn't　fair　to　make　Rick　nervous　by　showing　up　before　he　had　time　to　steal　his　usuals；　good　storekeepers　were　hard　to　e　by。　Rick　was　always　honest…5　per　cent；　no　more；　no　less。
　　
　　Gibbons　felt　in　his　shirt　pocket；　found　a　sweet；　gave　it　to　Buck　on　the　flat　of　his　hand。　The　mule　took　it　neatly；　nodded　thanks。　Gibbons　reflected　that　these　mutant　mules；　fertile　and　breeding　true；　were　the　biggest　help　to　colonizing　since　the　Libby　Drive。　They　took　cold…sleep　easily…when　you　shipped　swine；　half　your　breeding　stock　arrived　as　pork…and　they　could　look　out　for　themselves　in　many　ways；　a　mule　could　stomp　a　wild　loper　to　death。
　　
　　He　said；　〃So　long；　Buck。　Going　for　a　walk。　Walk。　Tell　Boss。〃
　　
　　〃Shoh…rrrong！〃　acknowledged　the　mule。　〃Pye！〃
　　
　　Gibbons　turned　left　and　headed　out　of　town　while　considering　how　big　a　loan　to　offer　Clyde　Learner　with　Buck　as　security。　A　good…tempered；　smart　stallion　mule　was　a　prize…and　about　the　only　unmortgaged　asset　Clyde　had　left。　Gibbons　had　no　doubt　that　a　loan　on　Buck　would　put　Clyde　back　on　his　feet…literally…as　soon　as　the　loan　was　due。　Gibbons　felt　no　pity。　A　man　who　couldn't　cut　the　mustard　on　New　Beginnings　was　worthless；　no　sense　in　propping　him　up。
　　
　　No；　don't　lend　Clyde　a　dollar！　Offer　to　buy　outright…at　10　percent　over　a　fair　price。　A　decent　hardworking　animal　should　not　belong　to　a　lazy　bum。　Gibbons　had　no　need　for　a　saddle　mule…but　it　would　do　him　good　to　ride　an　hour　or　so　each　day。　Man　got　flabby　sitting　in　a　bank。
　　
　　Marry　again　and　give　Buck　to　his　bride　as　a　wedding　present。　A　pleasant　thought；　but　the　only　Howards　on　pla　were　married　couples　and　not　one　with　a　husband…high　daughter…as　well　as　all　being　in　masquerade　until　the　place　grew　populous　enough　that　the　Families　would　set　up　a　clinic　here。　Safer。　Once　burned；　forever　shy。　He　avoided　Howards；　and　they　avoided　each　other；　on　the　surface。　Be　nice　to　be　married　again；　though。　The　Magee　family…actually　Barstows…had　two　or　three　girls　growing　up。　Maybe　he　should　pay　them　a　call　someday。
　　
　　In　the　meantime…He　felt　gusty　and　good；　stuffed　with　scrambled　eggs　and　wicked　thoughts；　and　wondered　where　there　was　a　female　who　felt　the　same　way　and　could　duck　out　and　share　their　interest。　Ernie　knew　several　who　shared　his　enthusiasm…but　not　available　at　this　time　of　day；　not　for　a　casual　romp。　Which　was　all　he　was　wanted；　it　was　not　fair　to　engage　in　anything　serious　with　an　ephemeral　no　matter　how　sweet　she　was…especially　if　she　was　truly　sweet。
　　
　　Banker　Gibbons　was　at　the　edge　of　town　and　about　to　turn　back　when　he　noticed　smoke　from　a　house　farther　out…the　Harper　place。　What　had　be？n　the　Harper　place；　he　amended；　before　they　homesteaded　outback；　but　now　occupied　by；　uh；　Bud　Brandon　and　his　wife；　Marje…nice　young　couple　from　the　second　shipload。　One　child？　He　thought　so。
　　
　　Running　a　fireplace　on　a　day　like　this？　Possibly　burning　trash。
　　
　　Hey；　that　smoke　is　not　from　the　chimney！　Gibbons　broke　into　a　run。
　　
　　As　he　reached　the　Harper　place；　the　entire　roof　was　burning。　Lazarus　skidded　to　a　stop　and　tried　to　judge　the　situation。　Like　most　older　houses；　the　Harper　place　had　Po　ground…floor　windows　and　but　a　single　door　that　fit　tightly　and　opened　outward…a　design　for　a　time　when　lopers　and　dragons　were　ubiquitous。
　　
　　Opening　that　door　would　be　opening　the　damper　on　a　burning　fire。
　　
　　He　did　not　waste　an　instant　debating　it；　that　door　must　stay　closed。　He　ran　around　the　house；　spotting　windows　of　the　upper　floor　and　looking　for　means　to　reach　one…a　ladder　or　anything。　Was　anyone　inside？　Didn't　the　Brandons　even　have　knotted…rope…fire　escapes？　Probably　not；　good　rope　came　from　Earth　and　retailed　at　niy　dollars　a　meter…the　Harpers　would　not　have　left　any　behind。
　　
　　A　window　with　its　shutters　open　and　smoke　pouring　out…　He　yelled；　〃Hey！　Anybody　home！〃　A　figure　showed　at　the　window；　and　something　was　thrown　out　to　him。
　　
　　Automatically　he　made　a　good　catch；　spotting　what　it　was　while　in　the　air；　going　to　the　ground　with　it　to　soften　the　impact。　A　small　child…　He　looked　up；　saw　an　arm　…hanging　over　the　windowsill。
　　
　　The　roof　fell　in；　the　arm　disappeared。
　　
　　Gibbons　scrambled　up　fast；　holding　the　little　boy…no；　little　girl；　he　corrected…and　moved　hastily　back　from　the　holocaust。　He　did　not　consider　the　possibility　that　someone　might　be　alive　in　that　raging　fire；　he　simply　hoped　that　they　had　died　quickly　and　gave　it　no　more　thought。　He　cradled　the　child　in　his　arms。　〃Are　you　all　right；　honey？〃
　　
　　〃1　guess　so；〃　she　answered；　then　added　gravely；　〃but　Mama's　awful　sick。〃
　　
　　〃Mama　is　all　right　now；　dear；〃　he　said　gently；　〃and　so　is　Papa。〃
　　
　　〃You're　。sure？〃　The　child　twisted　in　his　arms；　tried　to　see　the　burning　house。
　　
　　He　interposed　his　shoulder。　〃Fm　sure。〃　He　held　her　more　firmly　and　started　walking。
　　
　　Halfway　back　to　town　they　encountered　Clyde　Leamer；　mounted　on　Buck。　Clyde　reined　up。　〃Oh；　there　you　are！　Banker；　I　want　to　talk　to　you。〃
　　
　　〃Stow　it；　Clyde。〃
　　
　　〃Huh？　But　you　don't　understand。　I've　got　to　have　some　money。　Nnthing　but　bad　luck　the　whole　season。　Seems　like　everything　I　touch…〃
　　
　　〃Clyde…shut　your　yap！〃
　　
　　〃What？〃　Leamer　seemed　to　notice　for　the　first　time　that　the　banker　was　carrying　something。　〃Hey！　ain't　that　the　Brandon　kid？〃
　　
　　〃Yes。〃
　　
　　〃Thought　so。　Now　about　this　loan…〃
　　
　　〃I　told　you　to　shut　up。　The　bank　won't　lend　you　another　dollar。〃
　　
　　〃But　you've　got　to　listen。　Seems　to　me　the　munity　ought　to　help　a　farmer　who's　had　bad　luck。　If　it　weren't　for　the　farmers…〃
　　
　　第34节
　　
　　〃You　listen。　If　you　spent　as　much　time　working　as　you　do　talking；　you　wouldn't　need　to　talk　about　'bad　luck。'　Even　your　stable　is　dirty。　Mm　。　。　what　price　do　you　want　for　that　stud　brute？〃
　　
　　〃Buck？　Why；　I　wouldn't　sell　Buck。　But　here's　what　I　had　in　mind；　Banker。　You're　a　kindly　man　even　if　you　do　talk　rough　and　I　know　you　won't　see　my　kids　starve。　Now　Buck　is　a　valuable　property；　and　I　figure　he　ought　to　be　security　for　about…well；　about；　say…〃
　　
　　〃Clyde；　the　best　thing　you　can　do　for　your　kids　is　to　cut　your　throat。　Then　people　would　adopt　them。　No　loan；　Clyde…not　a　dollar；　not　a　dime。　But　I'll　buy　Buck　myself；　right　now。　Name　a　Wice。〃
　　
　　Leamer　gulped　and　hesitated。　〃Twenty…five　thousand。〃
　　
　　Gibbons　started　walking　toward　town。　Leamer　said　hastily；　〃Twenty　thousand！〃　Gibbons　did　not　answer。
　　
　　Learner　reined　the　mule　around；　turned　in　front　of　the　banker；　and　stopped。　〃Banker；　you've　got　me　by　the　short　hairs。　Eighteen　thousand　and　you're　stealing　him。〃
　　
　　〃Leamer；　I　won't　steal　from　you。　Put　him　up　for　auction；　and　I　might　bid。　Or　might　not。　How　much　do　you　think　he'll　bring　at　auction？〃
　　
　　〃Uh　。　。　fifteen　thousand。〃
　　
　　〃You　think　so？　I　don't。　I　know　how　old　he　is　without　looking　at　his　teeth；　and　just　what　you　paid　for　him；　off　the　ship。　I　know　what　people　around　here　can　afford　and　will　pay。　But　go　ahead；　he's　yours。　Bear　in　mind　that　if　you　put　a　low…bid　price　against　him；　you　owe　the　auctioneer　ten　percent　even　if　he　doesn't　sell。　But　it's　your　business；　Clyde。　Now　get　out　of　my　way；　I　want　to　get　this　child　into　town　and　lying　down；　she's　had　a　bad　time。〃
　　
　　〃Uh　。　。　what　will　you　pay？〃
　　
　　〃Twelve　thousand。〃…
　　
　　〃Why；　that's　robbery！〃
　　
　　〃You　don't　have　to　take　it。　Suppose　…　an　auction　brings　fifteen　thousand　dollars…as　you　hope。　Your　　is　thirteen　five。　But　suppose　an　auction　brings　only　ten　thousand；　which　I　find　more　likely。　You　　nine　thousand。　G'bye；　Clyde；　I'm　in　a　hurry。〃
　　
　　〃Well…thirteen　thousand？〃
　　
　　〃Clyde；　I　named　my　top　price。　You've　dealt　with　me　often　enough　to　know　that　when　I　say　it's　top　dollar；　then　it's　top　dollar。　But…throw　in　that　saddle　and　bridle　and　answer　one　question　and　I'll　sweeten　it　by　five　hundred　dollars。〃
　　
　　〃What　question？〃
　　
　　〃How　did　you　…happen　to　migrate？〃
　　
　　Learner　looked　startled；　then　laughed　unmirthfully。　〃Because　I　was　crazy；　if　you　want　to　know　the　truth。〃
　　
　　〃Aren't　we　all？　That's　hardly　an　answer；　Clyde。〃
　　
　　〃Well　。　。　my　old　man　is　a　banker…and　as　hard…nosed　as　you　are！　I　was　doing　all　right；　I　had　a　proper；　respectable　job；　teaching。　College。　But　the　pay　wasn't　much；　and　my　old　man　was　always　snotty　about　it　when　I　ran　a　little　short。　Snoopy。　Disparaging。　Finally　I　got　so　sick　of　it　that　I　asked　him　what　he　would　think　of　paying　Yvonne's　fare　and　mine　in　the　'Andy　J。'？　Migrate。　Be　rid　of　us。
　　
　　〃To　my　surprise　he　agreed。　But　I　didn't　back　out。　I　knew　that　a　man　with　a　fine　education　like　mine　could　get　ahead　anywhere　。　。　and　it　wasn't　like　we　was　being　dumped　on　some　wild　pla；　we　were　second　wave；　you　may　remember。
　　
　　〃Only　it　was　a　wild　pla　and　I've　had　to　do　things　that　no　gentleman　ought　to　have　to　touch。　But　you　just　wait；　Banker；　kids　around　here　are　growing　up；　and　there　will　be　a　place　for　higher　education；　not　the　trivia　Mrs。　Mayberry　teaches　in　that　so…called　school　of　hers。　That's　where　I　e　in…　you'll　be　calling　me　'Professor'　yet；　and　speaking　respectful！3　You'll　see。〃
　　
　　〃Good　luck　to　you。　Are　you　accepting　my　offer？　Twelv　thousand　five　hundred；　；　including　bridle　and　saddle。〃
　　
　　〃Uh　。　。　I　said　i　was；　didn't　I？〃