英语听书《白鲸记》第818期

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 　　The smoke rolled away in sullen¹ heaps. To every pitch of the ship there was a pitch of the boiling oil, which seemed all eagerness to leap into their faces. Opposite the mouth of the works, on the further side of the wide wooden hearth², was the windlass. This served for a sea-sofa. Here lounged the watch, when not otherwise employed, looking into the red heat of the fire, till their eyes felt scorched³ in their heads. Their tawny⁴ features, now all begrimed with smoke and sweat, their matted beards, and the contrasting barbaric brilliancy of their teeth, all these were strangely revealed in the capricious emblazonings of the works. As they narrated⁵ to each other their unholy adventures, their tales of terror told in words of mirth; as their uncivilized laughter forked upwards⁶ out of them, like the flames from the furnace; as to and fro, in their front, the harpooneers wildly gesticulated with their huge pronged forks and dippers; as the wind howled on, and the sea leaped, and the ship groaned⁷ and dived, and yet steadfastly⁸ shot her red hell further and further into the blackness of the sea and the night, and scornfully champed the white bone in her mouth, and viciously spat⁹ round her on all sides; then the rushing Pequod, freighted with savages¹⁰, and laden¹¹ with fire, and burning a corpse¹², and plunging¹³ into that blackness of darkness, seemed the material counterpart of her monomaniac commander's soul.