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1、A Clean, Well-lighted PlaceErnest HemingwayIt was late and everyone had left the cafe except an old man who sat in the shadow the leaves of the tree made against the electric light. In the daytime the street was dusty, but at night the dew settled the dust and the old man liked to sit late because h
2、e was deaf and now at night it was quiet and he felt the difference. The two waiters inside the cafe knew that the old man was a little drunk, and while he was a good client they knew that if he became too drunk he would leave without paying, so they kept watch on him.Last week he tried to commit su
3、icide, one waiter said.Why?He was in despair.What about?Nothing.How do you know it was nothing?He has plenty of money.They sat together at a table that was close against the wall near the door of the cafe and looked at the terrace where the tables were all empty except where the old man sat in the s
4、hadow of the leaves of the tree that moved slightly in the wind.The old man sitting in the shadow rapped on his saucer with his glass. The younger waiter went over to him.What do you want?The old man looked at him. Another brandy, he said.Youll be drunk, the waiter said. The old man looked at him. T
5、he waiter went away.Hell stay all night, he said to his colleague. Im sleepy now. I never get into bed before three oclock. He should have killed himself last week.The waiter took the brandy bottle and another saucer from the counter inside the cafe and marched out to the old mans table. He put down
6、 the saucer and poured the glass full of brandy. The waiter took the bottle back inside the cafe. He sat down at the table with his colleague again.I wish he would go home. I never get to bed before three oclock. What kind of hour is that to go to bed?He stays up because he likes it.Hes lonely. Im n
7、ot lonely. I have a wife waiting in bed for me.He had a wife once too.A wife would be no good to him now.You cant tell. He might be better with a wife.I wouldnt want to be that old. An old man is a nasty thing.Not always. This old man is clean. He drinks without spilling. Even now, drunk. Look at hi
8、m.I dont want to look at him. I wish he would go home. He has no regard for those who must work.The old man looked from his glass across the square, then over at the waiters.Another brandy, he said, pointing to his glass. The waiter who was in a hurry came over.Finished, he said, speaking with that
9、omission of syntax stupid people employ when talking to drunken people or foreigners. No more tonight. Close now.Another, said the old man.No. Finished. The waiter wiped the edge of the table with a towel and shook his head.The old man stood up, slowly counted the saucers, took a leather coin purse
10、from his pocket and paid for the drinks, leaving half a peseta tip.The waiter watched him go down the street, a very old man walking unsteadily but with dignity.Why didnt you let him stay and drink? the un hurried waiter asked. They were putting up the shutter. It is not half past two.I want to go h
11、ome to bed.We are of two different kinds, the old waiter said. He was now dressed to go home. It is not only a question of youth and confidence although those things are very beautiful. Each night I am reluctant to close up because there may be someone who needs the cafe.Hombre, there are bodegas op
12、en all night long.You do not understand. This is a clean and pleasant cafe. It is well lighted. The light is very good and also, now, there are shadows of the leaves.Good night, said the younger waiter.Good night, the other said. Turning off the electric light he continued the conversation with hims
13、elf. It is the light of course, but it is necessary that the place be clean and pleasant. You do not want music. Certainly you do not want music. Nor can you stand before a bar with dignity although that is all that is provided for these hours. What did he fear? It was not fear or dread. It was a no
14、thing that he knew too well. It was all a nothing and a man was nothing too. It was only that the light was all it needed and a certain cleanness and order. Some lived in it and never felt it but he knew it all was nada y pues nada y nada y pues nada.He smiled and stood before a bar with a shining s
15、team pressure coffee machine.What yours? asked the barman.Nada.Otro loco mas, said the barman and turned away.A little cup, said the waiter.The barman poured it for him.The light is very bright and pleasant but the bar is unpolished, the waiter said.The barman looked at him but did not answer. It was too late at night for conversation.You want another copita? the barman asked.No, thank you, said the waiter and went out. He disliked bars and bodegas. A clean, well-l
