manalive-第39章
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〃Oh; crikey!〃 said Moses Gould; stifled with amusement。
〃There could hardly;〃 interposed Pym with a quiet smile;
〃be a better instance of the neglect of true scientific process。
The scientist; when once convinced of the fact of vitality
and consciousness; would infer from these the previous
process of generation。〃
〃If these gals;〃 said Gould impatiently〃if these gals were all alive
(all alive O!) I'd chance a fiver they were all born。〃
〃You'd lose your fiver;〃 said Michael; speaking gravely out of the gloom。
〃All those admirable ladies were alive。 They were more alive for having
come into contact with Smith。 They were all quite definitely alive;
but only one of them was ever born。〃
〃Are you asking us to believe〃 began Dr。 Pym。
〃I am asking you a second question;〃 said Moon sternly。 〃Can the court
now sitting throw any light on a truly singular circumstance?
Dr。 Pym; in his interesting lecture on what are called; I believe;
the relations of the sexes; said that Smith was the slave
of a lust for variety which would lead a man first to a negress
and then to an albino; first to a Patagonian giantess and then
to a tiny Eskimo。 But is there any evidence of such variety here?
Is there any trace of a gigantic Patagonian in the story?
Was the typewriter an Eskimo? So picturesque a circumstance would not
surely have escaped remark。 Was Lady Bullingdon's dressmaker a negress?
A voice in my bosom answers; ‘No!' Lady Bullingdon; I am sure;
would think a negress so conspicuous as to be almost Socialistic;
and would feel something a little rakish even about an albino。
〃But was there in Smith's taste any such variety as the learned
doctor describes? So far as our slight materials go;
the very opposite seems to be the case。 We have only
one actual description of any of the prisoner's wives
the short but highly poetic account by the aesthetic curate。
‘Her dress was the colour of spring; and her hair of autumn leaves。'
Autumn leaves; of course; are of various colours; some of
which would be rather startling in hair (green; for instance);
but I think such an expression would be most naturally used of
the shades from red…brown to red; especially as ladies with their
coppery…coloured hair do frequently wear light artistic greens。
Now when we come to the next wife; we find the eccentric lover;
when told he is a donkey; answering that donkeys always go
after carrots; a remark which Lady Bullingdon evidently
regarded as pointless and part of the natural table…talk of a
village idiot; but which has an obvious meaning if we suppose
that Polly's hair was red。 Passing to the next wife; the one
he took from the girls' school; we find Miss Gridley noticing
that the schoolgirl in question wore ‘a reddish…brown dress;
that went quietly enough with the warmer colour of her hair。'
In other words; the colour of the girl's hair was something redder
than red…brown。 Lastly; the romantic organ…grinder declaimed
in the office some poetry that only got as far as the words;
‘O vivid; inviolate head;
Ringed '
But I think that a wide study of the worst modern poets
will enable us to guess that ‘ringed with a glory of red;'
or ‘ringed with its passionate red;' was the line that rhymed
to ‘head。' In this case once more; therefore; there is good
reason to suppose that Smith fell in love with a girl with
some sort of auburn or darkish…red hairrather;〃 he said;
looking down at the table; 〃rather like Miss Gray's hair。〃
Cyrus Pym was leaning forward with lowered eyelids;
ready with one of his more pedantic interpellations;
but Moses Gould suddenly struck his forefinger on his nose;
with an expression of extreme astonishment and intelligence
in his brilliant eyes。
〃Mr。 Moon's contention at present;〃 interposed Pym; 〃is not;
even if veracious; inconsistent with the lunatico…criminal view
of I。 Smith; which we have nailed to the mast。 Science has
long anticipated such a complication。 An incurable attraction
to a particular type of physical woman is one of the commonest
of criminal per…versities; and when not considered narrowly;
but in the light of induction and evolution〃
〃At this late stage;〃 said Michael Moon very quietly; 〃I may perhaps
relieve myself of a simple emotion that has been pressing me
throughout the proceedings; by saying that induction and evolution
may go and boil themselves。 The Missing Link and all that is
well enough for kids; but I'm talking about things we know here。
All we know of the Missing Link is that he is missingand he won't
be missed either。 I know all about his human head and his horrid tail;
they belong to a very old game called ‘Heads I win; tails you lose。'
If you do find a fellow's bones; it proves he lived a long while ago;
if you don't find his bones; it proves how long ago he lived。
That is the game you've been playing with this Smith affair。
Because Smith's head is small for his shoulders you call
him microcephalous; if it had been large; you'd have called it
water…on…the…brain。 As long as poor old Smith's seraglio seemed
pretty various; variety was the sign of madness: now; because it's
turning out to be a bit monochromenow monotony is the sign of madness。
I suffer from all the disadvantages of being a grown…up person;
and I'm jolly well going to get some of the advantages too;
and with all politeness I propose not to be bullied with long words
instead of short reasons; or consider your business a triumphant
progress merely because you're always finding out that you were wrong。
Having relieved myself of these feelings; I have merely to add
that I regard Dr。 Pym as an ornament to the world far more beautiful
than the Parthenon; or the monument on Bunker's Hill; and that I
propose to resume and conclude my remarks on the many marriages
of Mr。 Innocent Smith。
〃Besides this red hair; thee is another unifying thread that
runs through these scattered incidents。 There is something
very peculiar and suggestive about the names of these women。
Mr。 Trip; you will remember; said he thought the typewriter's
name was Blake; but could not remember exactly。
I suggest that it might have been Black; and in that case we
have a curious series: Miss Green in Lady Bullingdon's village;
Miss Brown at the Hendon School; Miss Black at the publishers。
A chord of colours; as it were; which ends up with Miss Gray
at Beacon House; West Hampstead。〃
Amid a dead silence Moon continued his exposition。
〃What is the meaning of this queer coincidence about colours?
Personally I cannot doubt for a moment that these names are purely
arbitrary names; assumed as part of some general scheme or joke。
I think it very probably that they were taken from a series of costumes
that Polly Green only meant Polly (or Mary) when in green;
and that Mary Gray only means Mary (or Polly) when in gray。
This would explain〃
Cyrus Pym was standing up rigid and almost pallid。
〃Do you actually mean to suggest〃 he cried。
〃Yes;〃 said Michael; 〃I do mean to suggest that。 Innocent Smith has had
many wooings; and many weddings for all I know; but he has had only one wife。
She was sitting on that chair an hour ago; and is now talking to Miss Duke
in the garden。
〃Yes; Innocent Smith has behaved here; as he has on hundreds of
other occasions; upon a plain and perfectly blameless principle。
It is odd and extravagant in the modern world; but not more than any other
principle plainly applied in the modern world would be。 His principle
can be quite simply stated: he refuses to die while he is still alive。
He seeks to remind himself; by every electric shock to the intellect;
that he is still a man alive; walking on two legs about the world。
For this reason he fires bullets at his best friends; for this reason
he arranges ladders and collapsible chimneys to steal his own property;
for this reason he goes plodding around a whole planet to get back to his
own home; and for this reason he has been in the habit of taking the woman
whom he loved with a permanent loyalty; and leaving her about (so to speak)
at schools; boarding…houses; and places of business; so that he might
recover her again and again with a raid and a romanti