006 Flashcards
蘭登感覺有雙堅定的手抬起他……催促他脫離恍惚,幫他下了計程車。赤腳底下的地面感覺好冷。
Langdon felt firm hands lifting him now … urging him from his delirium, helping him out of the taxi. The pavement felt cold beneath his bare feet.
部分在布魯克醫師的纖弱身形支撐下,蘭登蹣跚走過兩楝公寓大樓間一條無人通道。黎明的空氣拂過,吹動他的病人袍,蘭登在心知不妙的部位感覺到了冷空氣。
Half supported by the slender frame of Dr. Brooks, Langdon staggered down a deserted walkway between two apartment buildings. The dawn air rustled, billowing his hospital gown, and Langdon felt cold air in places he knew he shouldn’t.
他在醫院打的鎮靜劑讓他的神智像視野一樣模糊。蘭登感覺像在水中,努力掙扎爬過一個險惡昏暗的世界。席耶娜.布魯克拖著他前進,用驚人的力氣撐住他。
The sedative he’d been given in the hospital had left his mind as blurred as his vision. Langdon felt like he was underwater, attempting to claw his way through a viscous, dimly lit world. Sienna Brooks dragged him onward, supporting him with surprising strength.
「樓梯。」她說,蘭登發現他們來到了大樓的側門。
“Stairs,” she said, and Langdon realized they had reached a side entrance of the building.
蘭登抓著扶手吃力地爬上去,一步一步。他感覺身體沉重。布魯克醫師出手幫忙推他。他們抵達平臺後,她在一個生鏽的舊鍵盤輸入幾個數字,門響了一聲之後打開。
Langdon gripped the railing and trudged dizzily upward, one step at a time. His body felt ponderous. Dr. Brooks physically pushed him now. When they reached the landing, she typed some numbers into a rusted old keypad and the door buzzed open.
室內的空氣也沒暖到哪裡去,但是比起外面粗糙的路面,腳跟踩在磁磚地板感覺好像軟地毯。布魯克醫師帶著蘭登到一部小電梯,拉開折疊門,把蘭登趕進電話亭大小的空間裡。裡面有菸味——這種苦甜參半的香氣在義大利就像現煮濃縮咖啡的香味一樣普遍。即使很有限,氣味仍然幫蘭登的頭腦清楚了一點。 布魯克醫師按個鈕,他們頭頂上某處,一組疲憊的齒輪軋軋作聲,動了起來。
The air inside was not much warmer, but the tile floors felt like soft carpet on the soles of his feet compared to the rough pavement outside. Dr. Brooks led Langdon to a tiny elevator and yanked open a folding door, herding Langdon into a cubicle that was about the size of a phone booth. The air inside smelled of MS cigarettes—a bittersweet fragrance as ubiquitous in Italy as the aroma of fresh espresso. Ever so slightly, the smell helped clear Langdon’s mind. Dr. Brooks pressed a button, and somewhere high above them, a series of tired gears clunked and whirred into motion.
往上……
Upward …
尖叫的電梯上升時又晃又抖的。因為牆壁上只有鐵絲網,蘭登不由自主看著電梯井內壁規律地滑過。 即使在半昏迷狀態,蘭登天生對狹小空間的恐懼仍然存在。
The creaky carriage shimmied and vibrated as it began its ascent. Because the walls were nothing but metal screens, Langdon found himself watching the inside of the elevator shaft slide rhythmically past them. Even in his semiconscious state, Langdon’s lifelong fear of cramped spaces was alive and well.
別看。
Don’t look.
他倚在牆上,努力調整呼吸。他的前臂作痛,低頭一看,發現他的 Harris Tweed外套袖子像繃帶般彆扭地綁在他手臂上。破損外套的其餘部分拖在他背後的地上,又破又髒。
He leaned on the wall, trying to catch his breath. His forearm ached, and when he looked down, he saw that the sleeve of his Harris Tweed had been tied awkwardly around his arm like a bandage. The remainder of the jacket was dragging behind him on the ground, frayed and filthy.
他閉上眼睛抵抗猛烈頭痛,但是再度被黑暗吞噬。
He closed his eyes against his pounding headache, but the blackness engulfed him again.
熟悉的景象浮現―—雕像般、戴著護身符的銀色捲髮面紗女子。照舊,她站在血紅河流的岸上,被蠕動的人體包圍。她對蘭登說話,懇求的語氣。尋找,你就會發現!
A familiar vision materialized—the statuesque, veiled woman with the amulet and silver hair in ringlets. As before, she was on the banks of a bloodred river and surrounded by writhing bodies. She spoke to Langdon, her voice pleading. Seek and ye shall find!
蘭登強烈感覺到他必須救她……拯救所有人。倒栽蔥半掩埋的腿一雙接一雙……停止了動作。
Langdon was overcome with the feeling that he had to save her … save them all. The half-buried, upside-down legs were falling limp … one by one.
妳是誰?!他在寂靜中大喊。妳想做什麼?!
Who are you!? he called out in silence. What do you want?!
她耀眼的銀髮開始在熱風中飄揚。我們時間不多了,她低語,摸她的護身符項鍊。然後,突如其來,她爆炸成一道眩目的火柱,翻騰著越過河流,吞沒他們兩人。
Her luxuriant silver hair began fluttering in a hot wind. Our time grows short, she whispered, touching her amulet necklace. Then, without warning, she erupted in a blinding pillar of fire, which billowed across the river, engulfing them both.
蘭登驚叫,猛然睜開雙眼。
Langdon shouted, his eyes flying open.
布魯克醫師擔心地看著他。「怎麼了?」
Dr. Brooks eyed him with concern. “What is it?”
「我一直有幻覺!」蘭登大叫,「同樣的情景。」
“I keep hallucinating!” Langdon exclaimed. “The same scene.”
「銀髮女人?一大堆屍體?」
“The silver-haired woman? And all the dead bodies?”
蘭登點頭,汗水出現在他眉毛上。
Langdon nodded, perspiration beading on his brow.
「你會復原的。」她安慰他,只是自己聽起來也不確定。「重複的幻覺在失憶症很常見。大腦對你記憶的整理分類功能暫時受到了干擾,所以全部東西都塞進一個畫面裡。」
“You’ll be okay,” she assured him, despite sounding shaky herself. “Recurring visions are common with amnesia. The brain function that sorts and catalogs your memories has been temporarily shaken up, and so it throws everything into one picture.”
「這畫面可不好看。」他說。
“Not a very nice picture,” he managed.
「我知道,但直到你痊癒,記憶都會混淆無法分類;過去、現在和想像全混在一起。同樣的事也發生在夢境中。」
“I know, but until you heal, your memories will be muddled and uncataloged —past, present, and imagination all mixed together. The same thing happens in dreams.”