" The black vomit wrench thee! —run all of ye above, alow, cabin, forecastle—find him—not gone—not gone! "
“黄热病缠住你了!——你们赶紧到甲板上,甲板下,舱,楼——把他找出来——不会没有的——不会没有的!”
Had you descended from the Pequod's try-works to the Pequod's forecastle, where the off duty watch were sleeping, for one single moment you would have almost thought you were standing in some illuminated shrine of canonized kings and counsellors.
如果你从“裴阔德号”的炼油间下来,到楼那去,有下了班的水手那睡觉,有一瞬间,你几乎会以为自己正站一座光辉的圣殿,面供奉着被封为圣徒的王侯将相。