首页 >出版文学> The Works of Edgar Allan Poe>第130章
  CouldIhavereachedthatwoolIwouldhavebatheditwithmytears,intestimonyofregret。Butalas!itwasnowfarbeyondmygrasp。Asitdangledamongthecordageofthebell,Ifancieditalive。I
  fanciedthatitstoodonendwithindignation。Thusthehappy-dandyFlosAerisofJavabears,itissaid,abeautifulflower,whichwilllivewhenpulledupbytheroots。Thenativessuspenditbyacordfromtheceilingandenjoyitsfragranceforyears。
  Ourquarrelwasnowmadeup,andwelookedabouttheroomforanaperturethroughwhichtosurveythecityofEdina。Windowstherewerenone。Thesolelightadmittedintothegloomychamberproceededfromasquareopening,aboutafootindiameter,ataheightofaboutsevenfeetfromthefloor。Yetwhatwilltheenergyoftruegeniusnoteffect?Iresolvedtoclamberuptothishole。Avastquantityofwheels,pinions,andothercabalisticlookingmachinerystoodoppositethehole,closetoit;andthroughtheholetherepassedanironrodfromthemachinery。BetweenthewheelsandthewallwheretheholelaytherewasbarelyroomformybodyyetIwasdesperate,anddeterminedtopersevere。IcalledPompeytomyside。
  “Youperceivethataperture,Pompey。Iwishtolookthroughit。Youwillstandherejustbeneaththeholeso。Now,holdoutoneofyourhands,Pompey,andletmestepuponitthus。Now,theotherhand,Pompey,andwithitsaidIwillgetuponyourshoulders。”
  HedideverythingIwished,andIfound,upongettingup,thatI
  couldeasilypassmyheadandneckthroughtheaperture。Theprospectwassublime。Nothingcouldbemoremagnificent。ImerelypausedamomenttobidDianabehaveherself,andassurePompeythatIwouldbeconsiderateandbearaslightlyaspossibleuponhisshoulders。I
  toldhimIwouldbetenderofhisfeelingsossitenderquebeefsteak。Havingdonethisjusticetomyfaithfulfriend,Igavemyselfupwithgreatzestandenthusiasmtotheenjoymentofthescenewhichsoobliginglyspreaditselfoutbeforemyeyes。
  Uponthissubject,however,Ishallforbeartodilate。IwillnotdescribethecityofEdinburgh。EveryonehasbeentothecityofEdinburgh。EveryonehasbeentoEdinburghtheclassicEdina。I
  willconfinemyselftothemomentousdetailsofmyownlamentableadventure。Having,insomemeasure,satisfiedmycuriosityinregardtotheextent,situation,andgeneralappearanceofthecity,IhadleisuretosurveythechurchinwhichIwas,andthedelicatearchitectureofthesteeple。IobservedthattheaperturethroughwhichIhadthrustmyheadwasanopeninginthedial-plateofagiganticclock,andmusthaveappeared,fromthestreet,asalargekey-hole,suchasweseeinthefaceoftheFrenchwatches。Nodoubtthetrueobjectwastoadmitthearmofanattendant,toadjust,whennecessary,thehandsoftheclockfromwithin。Iobservedalso,withsurprise,theimmensesizeofthesehands,thelongestofwhichcouldnothavebeenlessthantenfeetinlength,and,wherebroadest,eightornineinchesinbreadth。Theywereofsolidsteelapparently,andtheiredgesappearedtobesharp。Havingnoticedtheseparticulars,andsomeothers,Iagainturnedmyeyesuponthegloriousprospectbelow,andsoonbecameabsorbedincontemplation。
  Fromthis,aftersomeminutes,IwasarousedbythevoiceofPompey,whodeclaredthathecouldstanditnolonger,andrequestedthatI
  wouldbesokindastocomedown。Thiswasunreasonable,andItoldhimsoinaspeechofsomelength。Hereplied,butwithanevidentmisunderstandingofmyideasuponthesubject。Iaccordinglygrewangry,andtoldhiminplainwords,thathewasafool,thathehadcommittedanignoramuse-clench-eye,thathisnotionsweremereinsommaryBovis,andhiswordslittlebetterthananennemywerrybor’em。Withthisheappearedsatisfied,andIresumedmycontemplations。
  Itmighthavebeenhalfanhourafterthisaltercationwhen,asIwasdeeplyabsorbedintheheavenlyscenerybeneathme,Iwasstartledbysomethingverycoldwhichpressedwithagentlepressureonthebackofmyneck。ItisneedlesstosaythatIfeltinexpressiblyalarmed。
  IknewthatPompeywasbeneathmyfeet,andthatDianawassitting,accordingtomyexplicitdirections,uponherhindlegs,inthefarthestcorneroftheroom。Whatcoulditbe?Alas!Ibuttoosoondiscovered。Turningmyheadgentlytooneside,Iperceived,tomyextremehorror,thatthehuge,glittering,scimetar-likeminute-handoftheclockhad,inthecourseofitshourlyrevolution,descendeduponmyneck。Therewas,Iknew,notasecondtobelost。Ipulledbackatoncebutitwastoolate。Therewasnochanceofforcingmyheadthroughthemouthofthatterribletrapinwhichitwassofairlycaught,andwhichgrewnarrowerandnarrowerwitharapiditytoohorribletobeconceived。Theagonyofthatmomentisnottobeimagined。Ithrewupmyhandsandendeavored,withallmystrength,toforceupwardtheponderousironbar。Imightaswellhavetriedtoliftthecathedralitself。Down,down,downitcame,closerandyetcloser。IscreamedtoPompeyforaid;buthesaidthatIhadhurthisfeelingsbycallinghim’anignorantoldsquint-eye:’IyelledtoDiana;butsheonlysaid’bow-wow-wow,’andthatIhadtoldher’onnoaccounttostirfromthecorner。’ThusIhadnorelieftoexpectfrommyassociates。
  MeantimetheponderousandterrificScytheofTimeforInowdiscoveredtheliteralimportofthatclassicalphrasehadnotstopped,norwasitlikelytostop,initscareer。Downandstilldown,itcame。Ithadalreadyburieditssharpedgeafullinchinmyflesh,andmysensationsgrewindistinctandconfused。AtonetimeI
  fanciedmyselfinPhiladelphiawiththestatelyDr。Moneypenny,atanotherinthebackparlorofMr。Blackwoodreceivinghisinvaluableinstructions。Andthenagainthesweetrecollectionofbetterandearliertimescameoverme,andIthoughtofthathappyperiodwhentheworldwasnotalladesert,andPompeynotaltogethercruel。
  Thetickingofthemachineryamusedme。Amusedme,Isay,formysensationsnowbordereduponperfecthappiness,andthemosttriflingcircumstancesaffordedmepleasure。Theeternalclick-clak,click-clak,click-clakoftheclockwasthemostmelodiousofmusicinmyears,andoccasionallyevenputmeinmindofthegracefulsermonicharanguesofDr。Ollapod。Thentherewerethegreatfiguresuponthedial-platehowintelligenthowintellectual,theyalllooked!AndpresentlytheytooktodancingtheMazurka,andIthinkitwasthefigureV。whoperformedthemosttomysatisfaction。Shewasevidentlyaladyofbreeding。Noneofyourswaggerers,andnothingatallindelicateinhermotions。Shedidthepirouettetoadmirationwhirlingrounduponherapex。Imadeanendeavortohandherachair,forIsawthatsheappearedfatiguedwithherexertionsanditwasnotuntilthenthatIfullyperceivedmylamentablesituation。Lamentableindeed!Thebarhadburieditselftwoinchesinmyneck。Iwasarousedtoasenseofexquisitepain。I
  prayedfordeath,and,intheagonyofthemoment,couldnothelprepeatingthoseexquisiteversesofthepoetMiguelDeCervantes:
  VannyBuren,tanescondidaQuerynotesentyvennyPorkandpleasure,dellymorryNommy,torny,darry,widdy!
  Butnowanewhorrorpresenteditself,andoneindeedsufficienttostartlethestrongestnerves。Myeyes,fromthecruelpressureofthemachine,wereabsolutelystartingfromtheirsockets。WhileIwasthinkinghowIshouldpossiblymanagewithoutthem,oneactuallytumbledoutofmyhead,and,rollingdownthesteepsideofthesteeple,lodgedintheraingutterwhichranalongtheeavesofthemainbuilding。Thelossoftheeyewasnotsomuchastheinsolentairofindependenceandcontemptwithwhichitregardedmeafteritwasout。Thereitlayinthegutterjustundermynose,andtheairsitgaveitselfwouldhavebeenridiculoushadtheynotbeendisgusting。Suchawinkingandblinkingwereneverbeforeseen。Thisbehavioronthepartofmyeyeinthegutterwasnotonlyirritatingonaccountofitsmanifestinsolenceandshamefulingratitude,butwasalsoexceedinglyinconvenientonaccountofthesympathywhichalwaysexistsbetweentwoeyesofthesamehead,howeverfarapart。I
  wasforced,inamanner,towinkandtoblink,whetherIwouldornot,inexactconcertwiththescoundrellythingthatlayjustundermynose。Iwaspresentlyrelieved,however,bythedroppingoutoftheothereye。Infallingittookthesamedirectionpossiblyaconcertedplotasitsfellow。Bothrolledoutoftheguttertogether,andintruthIwasverygladtogetridofthem。
  Thebarwasnowfourinchesandahalfdeepinmyneck,andtherewasonlyalittlebitofskintocutthrough。Mysensationswerethoseofentirehappiness,forIfeltthatinafewminutes,atfarthest,I
  shouldberelievedfrommydisagreeablesituation。AndinthisexpectationIwasnotatalldeceived。Attwenty-fiveminutespastfiveintheafternoon,precisely,thehugeminute-handhadproceededsufficientlyfaronitsterriblerevolutiontoseverthesmallremainderofmyneck。Iwasnotsorrytoseetheheadwhichhadoccasionedmesomuchembarrassmentatlengthmakeafinalseparationfrommybody。Itfirstrolleddownthesideofthesteeple,thenlodge,forafewseconds,inthegutter,andthenmadeitsway,withaplunge,intothemiddleofthestreet。
  Iwillcandidlyconfessthatmyfeelingswerenowofthemostsingularnay,ofthemostmysterious,themostperplexingandincomprehensiblecharacter。Mysenseswerehereandthereatoneandthesamemoment。WithmyheadIimagined,atonetime,thatI,thehead,wastherealSignoraPsycheZenobiaatanotherIfeltconvincedthatmyself,thebody,wastheproperidentity。ToclearmyideasonthistopicIfeltinmypocketformysnuff-box,but,upongettingit,andendeavoringtoapplyapinchofitsgratefulcontentsintheordinarymanner,Ibecameimmediatelyawareofmypeculiardeficiency,andthrewtheboxatoncedowntomyhead。Ittookapinchwithgreatsatisfaction,andsmiledmeanacknowledgementinreturn。Shortlyafterwarditmademeaspeech,whichIcouldhearbutindistinctlywithoutears。Igatheredenough,however,toknowthatitwasastonishedatmywishingtoremainaliveundersuchcircumstances。IntheconcludingsentencesitquotedthenoblewordsofAriosto
  IlpoverhommychenonseracortyAndhaveacombattentyerrymorty;thuscomparingmetotheherowho,intheheatofthecombat,notperceivingthathewasdead,continuedtocontestthebattlewithinextinguishablevalor。Therewasnothingnowtopreventmygettingdownfrommyelevation,andI
  didso。WhatitwasthatPompeysawsoverypeculiarinmyappearanceIhaveneveryetbeenabletofindout。Thefellowopenedhismouthfromeartoear,andshuthistwoeyesasifhewereendeavoringtocracknutsbetweenthelids。Finally,throwingoffhisovercoat,hemadeonespringforthestaircaseanddisappeared。IhurledafterthescoundrelthesevehementwordsofDemosthenes-
  AndrewO’Phlegethon,youreallymakehastetofly,andthenturnedtothedarlingofmyheart,totheone-eyed!theshaggy-hairedDiana。
  Alas!whatahorriblevisionaffrontedmyeyes?WasthataratIsawskulkingintohishole?Arethesethepickedbonesofthelittleangelwhohasbeencruellydevouredbythemonster?Yegods!andwhatdoIbeholdisthatthedepartedspirit,theshade,theghost,ofmybelovedpuppy,whichIperceivesittingwithagracesomelancholy,inthecorner?Hearken!forshespeaks,and,heavens!itisintheGermanofSchiller-
  “Untstubbyduk,sostubbydunDukshe!dukshe!”Alas!andarenotherwordstootrue?
  “AndifIdied,atleastIdiedFortheeforthee。”Sweetcreature!shetoohassacrificedherselfinmybehalf。Dogless,niggerless,headless,whatnowremainsfortheunhappySignoraPsycheZenobia?Alasnothing!Ihavedone。