染雾《飘》是美国女作家玛格丽特·米切尔(1900—1949)十年磨一剑
《飘》经典段落一
He liked the South, and he soon became.
In his own opinion, a Southerner.
There was much about the South—and Southerners—that he would never comprehend;
But, with the wholeheartedness that was his nature.
He adopted its ideas and customs, as he understood them, for his own—poker and horse racing, red-hot politics and the code duello, States’ Rights and damnation to all Yankees, slavery and King Cotton, contempt for white trash and exaggerated courtesy to women.
He even learned to chew tobacco.
There was no need for him to acquire a good head for whisky, he had been born with one.
他喜欢南方，并且自己以为很快就成了南方人。的确，关于南方和南方人，有许多东西是他永远也不会理解的，不过，南方人有些思想习惯，如玩扑克，赛马，争论政治和举行决斗，争取州权和咒骂北方佬，维护奴隶制和棉花至上主义，轻视下流白人和过分讨好妇女，等等，他一旦理解便全心全意地接受，并成为他自己的了。他甚至学会了咀嚼烟叶。至于喝威士忌的本领，他生来就已经具备，那是不用学的。
《飘》经典段落二
But Gerald remained Gerald. His habits of living and his ideas changed, but his manners he would not change, even had he been able to change them. He admired the drawling elegance of the wealthy rice and cotton planters, who rode into Savannah from their moss-hung kingdoms, mounted on thorough bred horses and followed by the carriages of their equally elegant ladies and the wagons of their slaves. But Gerald could never attain elegance. Their lazy, blurred voices fell pleasantly on his ears, but his own brisk brogue clung to his tongue. He liked the casual grace with which they conducted affairs of importance, risking a fortune, a plantation or a slave on the turn of a card and writing off their losses with careless good humor and no more ado than when they scattered pennies to pick aninnies.
然而，杰拉尔德还是杰拉尔德。他的生活习惯和思想变了，但他不愿改变自己的态度，即使他能够改变。他羡慕那种稻米棉花的富裕地主，羡慕他们慢条斯理，温文尔雅地骑着纯种马，后面是载着他们文质彬彬的太太们马车和奴隶们的大车，从他们的古旧王国向萨凡纳迤逦而来。可是杰拉尔德永远也学不会文雅。他们那种懒洋洋的含糊不清的声音，他沉得特别悦耳，但他们自己那轻快的土腔却总是吊在舌头上摆脱不了。他们处理重大事务时，在一张牌上赌押一笔财产、一个农场或一个奴隶时，以及像向黑人孩子撒钱币仅的将他们的损失惬意地轻轻勾销时，那种满不在乎地神气是他十分喜爱的。
《飘》经典段落三
If the educational equipment which Gerald brought to America was scant【缺乏的】, he did not even know it.
Nor would he have cared if he had been told.
His mother had taught him to read and to write a clear hand.
He was adept at ciphering【计算】.
And there his book knowledge stopped.
The only Latin he knew was the responses of the Mass and the only history the manifold wrongs of Ireland.
He knew no poetry save that of Moore and no music except the songs of Ireland that had come down through the years.
While he entertained the liveliest respect for those who had more book learning than he, he never felt his own lack.
And what need had he of these things in a new country where the most ignorant of bogtrotters【爱尔兰农人】 had made great fortunes?
In this country which asked only that a man be strong and unafraid of work?
到美国来之前，杰拉尔德没有受过多少教育，可是他对此并不怎么有自知之明。其实，即使别人给他指出，他也不会在意。他母亲教过他读书写字。他很善于作算术题。他的书本知识就只这些。他唯一懂得的拉丁文是作弥撒时应答牧师的用语，唯一的历史知识则是爱尔兰的种种冤屈。他在诗歌方面，只知道穆尔的作品，音乐则限于历代流传下来的爱尔兰歌曲。他尽管对那些比他较有学问的人怀有敬意，可是从来也不感觉到自己的缺陷。而且，在一个新的国家，在一个连那些最愚昧的爱尔兰人也在此发了大财的国家，在一个只要求你强壮不怕干活的国家，他需要这些东西干什么呢?
