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1、(完整word版)Unit8TheDiscusThrower课文翻译综合教程四Unit 8 The Discus ThrowerRichard Selzer1 I spy on my patients。 Ought not a doctor to observe his patients by any means and from any stance that he might take for the more fully assemble evidence？ So I stand in the doorways of hospital rooms and gaze. Oh, it is
2、not all that furtive an act。 Those in bed need only look up to discover me。 But they never do.2From the doorway of Room 542 the man in the bed seems deeply tanned。 Blue eyes and closecropped white hair give him the appearance of vigor and good health。 But I know that his skin is not brown from the s
3、un。 It is rusted， rather， in the last stage of containing the vile repose within。 And the blue eyes are frosted， looking inward like the windows of a snowbound cottage。 This man is blind. This man is also legless the right leg missing from midthigh down, the left from just below the knee. It gives h
4、im the look of a bonsai， roots and branches pruned into the dwarfed facsimile of a great tree。3 Propped on pillows, he cups his right thigh in both hands。 Now and then he shakes his head as though acknowledging the intensity of his suffering. In all of this he makes no sound。 Is he mute as well as b
5、lind？4 The room in which he dwells is empty of all possessions no getwell cards， small， private caches of food, dayold flowers, slippers， all the usual kickshaws of the sick room。 There is only the bed， a chair， a nightstand， and a tray on wheels that can be swung across his lap for meals.5 “What ti
6、me is it？ he asks.“Three oclock.“Morning or afternoon?”“Afternoon.”He is silent。 There is nothing else he wants to know.“How are you？” I say.“Who are you？” he asks。“Its the doctor。 How do you feel？”He does not answer right away。“Feel？” he says。“I hope you feel better，” I say.I press the button at th
7、e side of the bed。“Down you go， I say.“Yes， down，” he says。6 He falls back upon the bed awkwardly。 His stumps, unweighted by legs and feet， rise in the air, presenting themselves。 I unwrap the bandages from the stumps, and begin to cut away the black scabs and the dead, glazed fat with scissors and
8、forceps。 A shard of white bone comes loose. I pick it away. I wash the wounds with disinfectant and redress the stumps. All this while， he does not speak。 What is he thinking behind those lids that do not blink? Is he remembering a time when he was whole? Does he dream of feet? Or when his body was
9、not a rotting log？7 He lies solid and inert. In spite of everything, he remains impressive, as though he were a sailor standing athwart a slanting deck。“Anything more I can do for you? I ask。For a long moment he is silent。“Yes，” he says at last and without the least irony. “You can bring me a pair o
10、f shoes.”In the corridor, the head nurse is waiting for me.“We have to do something about him,” she says. “Every morning he orders scrambled eggs for breakfast， and， instead of eating them， he picks up the plate and throws it against the wall.“Throws his plate？”“Nasty. Thats what he is。 No wonder hi
11、s family doesnt come to visit。 They probably cant stand him any more than we can.She is waiting for me to do something。“Well?”“Well see,” I say.8 The next morning I am waiting in the corridor when the kitchen delivers his breakfast. I watch the aide place the tray on the stand and swing it across hi
12、s lap. She presses the button to raise the head of the bed. Then she leaves.9 In time the man reaches to find the rim of the tray， then on to find the dome of the covered dish. He lifts off the cover and places it on the stand。 He fingers across the plate until he probes the eggs. He lifts the plate
13、 in both hands， sets it on the palm of his right hand, centers it， balances it. He hefts it up and down slightly, getting the feel on it。 Abruptly， he draws back his right arm as far as he can。 10 There is the crack of the plate breaking against the wall at the foot of his bed and the small wet soun
14、d of the scrambled eggs dropping to the floor。11 And then he laughs。 It is a sound you have never heard. It is something new under the sun. It could cure cancer。Out in the corridor, the eyes of the head nurse narrow。“Laughed， did he?”She writes something down on her clipboard。12 A second aide arrive
15、s, brings a second breakfast tray, puts it on the nightstand， out of his reach. She looks over at me shaking her head and making her mouth go. I see that we are to be accomplices。13 “Ive got to feed you,” she says to the man。“Oh, no， you dont，” the man says.“Oh， yes, I do,” the aide says， “after the
16、 way you just did. Nurse says so.”“Get me my shoes， the man says。“Heres the oatmeal，” the aide says. “Open。” And she touches the spoon to his lower lip。“I ordered scrambled eggs,” says the man.“Thats right,” the aide says。I step forward.“Is there anything I can do？” I say.“Who are you?” the man asks.14
