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奥兰多orlando (英文版)作者:弗吉尼亚·伍尔芙-第章

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roof that will leak; for the tree that will fall。 There was always a warm corner for the old shepherd in the kitchen; always food for the hungry; always their goblets were polished; though they lay sick; and their windows were lit though they lay dying。 Lords though they were; they were content to go down into obscurity with the molecatcher and the stone–mason。 Obscure noblemen; forgotten builders—thus he apostrophized them with a warmth that entirely gainsaid such critics as called him cold; indifferent; slothful (the truth being that a quality often lies just on the other side of the wall from where we seek it)—thus he apostrophized his house and race in terms of the most moving eloquence; but when it came to the peroration—and what is eloquence that lacks a peroration?—he fumbled。 He would have liked to have ended with a flourish to the effect that he would follow in their footsteps and add another stone to their building。 Since; however; the building already covered nine acres; to add even a single stone seemed superfluous。 Could one mention furniture in a peroration? Could one speak of chairs and tables and mats to lie beside people’s beds? For whatever the peroration wanted; that was what the house stood in need of。 Leaving his speech unfinished for the moment; he strode down hill again resolved henceforward to devote himself to the furnishing of the mansion。 The news—that she was to attend him instantly—brought tears to the eyes of good old Mrs Grimsditch; now grown somewhat old。 Together they perambulated the house。

The towel horse in the King’s bedroom (’and that was King Jamie; my Lord;’ she said; hinting that it was many a day since a King had slept under their roof; but the odious Parliament days were over and there was now a Crown in England again) lacked a leg; there were no stands to the ewers in the little closet leading into the waiting room of the Duchess’s page; Mr Greene had made a stain on the carpet with his nasty pipe smoking; which she and Judy; for all their scrubbing; had never been able to wash out。 Indeed; when Orlando came to reckon up the matter of furnishing with rosewood chairs and cedar–wood cabis; with silver basins; china bowls; and Persian carpets; every one of the three hundred and sixty–five bedrooms which the house contained; he saw that it would be no light one; and if some thousands of pounds of his estate remained over; these would do little more than hang a few galleries with tapestry; set the dining hall with fine; carved chairs and provide mirrors of solid silver and chairs of the same metal (for which he had an inordinate passion) for the furnishing of the royal bedchambers。

He now set to work in earnest; as we can prove beyond a doubt if we look at his ledgers。 Let us glance at an inventory of what he bought at this time; with the expenses totted up in the margin—but these we omit。

‘To fifty pairs of Spanish blankets; ditto curtains of crimson and white taffeta; the valence to them of white satin embroidered with crimson and white silk。。。

‘To seventy yellow satin chairs and sixty stools; suitable with their buckram covers to them all。。。

‘To sixty seven walnut tree tables。。。

‘To seventeen dozen boxes containing each dozen five dozen of Venice glasses。。。

‘To one hundred and two mats; each thirty yards long。。。

‘To niy seven cushions of crimson damask laid with silver parchment lace and footstools of cloth of tissue and chairs suitable。。。

‘To fifty branches for a dozen lights apiece。。。’

Already—it is an effect lists have upon us—we are beginning to yawn。 But if we stop; it is only that the catalogue is tedious; not that it is finished。 There are niy–nine pages more of it and the total sum disbursed ran into many thousands—that is to say millions of our money。 And if his day was spent like this; at night again; Lord Orlando might be found reckoning out what it would cost to level a million molehills; if the men were paid tenpence an hour; and again; how many hundredweight of nails at fivepence halfpenny a gill were needed to repair the fence round the park; which was fifteen miles in circumference。 And so on and so on。

The tale; we say; is tedious; for one cupboard is much like another; and one molehill not much different from a million。 Some pleasant journeys it cost him; and some fine adventures。 As; for instance; when he set a whole city of blind women near Bruges to stitch hangings for a silver canopied bed; and the story of his adventure with a Moor in Venice of whom he bought (but only at the sword’s point) his lacquered cabi; might; in other hands; prove worth the telling。 Nor did the work lack variety; for here would e; drawn by teams from Sussex; great trees; to be sawn across and laid along the gallery for flooring; and then a chest from Persia; stuffed with wool and sawdust。 from which; at last; he would take a single plate; or one topaz ring。

At length; however; there was no room in the galleries for another table; no room on the tables for another cabi; no room in the cabi for another rose–bowl; no room in the bowl for another handful of potpourri; there was no room for anything anywhere; in short the house was furnished。 In the garden snowdrops; crocuses; hyacinths; magnolias; roses; lilies; asters; the dahlia in all its varieties; pear trees and apple trees and cherry trees and mulberry trees; with an enormous quantity of rare and flowering shrubs; of trees evergreen and perennial; grew so thick on each other’s roots that there was no plot of earth without its bloom; and no stretch of sward without its shade。 In addition; he had imported wild fowl with gay plumage; and two Malay bears; the surliness of whose manners concealed; he was certain; trusty hearts。

All now was ready; and when it was evening and the innumerable silver sconces were lit and the light airs which for ever moved about the galleries stirred the blue and green arras; so that it looked as if the huntsmen were riding and Daphne flying; when the silver shone and lacquer glowed and wood kindled; when the carved chairs held their arms out and dolphins swam upon the walls with mermaids on their backs; when all this and much more than all thi
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