But Queequeg, do you see, was a creature in the transition state-neither caterpillar nor butterfly.
但是,你可知道,魁魁格还是一种处于过渡状态的生物...既不是毛虫,也不是蝴蝶。
He was just enough civilized to show off his outlandishness in the strangest possible manner. His education was not yet completed.
他的文明程度,充其量也只能以最奇特的方式来卖弄他那化外的礼貌。他的教育还没有完成。
He was an undergraduate.
他还是一个未卒业的学生。
If he had not been a small degree civilized, he very probably would not have troubled himself with boots at all; but then, if he had not been still a savage, he never would have dreamt of getting under the bed to put them on.
如果他不是稍有一点文明,他很可能根本就不必为穿靴子而给自己添麻烦了;不过,如果他不是野性犹存,他也许做梦也不会想到,要钻到床底下去穿靴子了。
At last, he emerged with his hat very much dented and crushed down over his eyes, and began creaking and limping about the room, as if, not being much accustomed to boots, his pair of damp, wrinkled cowhide ones-probably not made to order either-rather pinched and tormented him at the first go off of a bitter cold morning.
最后,他爬了出来,帽子弄得瘪瘪皱皱,直压到眼睛,开始叽叽嘎嘎。一瘸一瘸地在房间里踱来踱去,仿佛他一向很穿不惯靴子,如今穿上这双又潮又皱的牛皮靴子...大概也不是一双定做的靴子,在严寒的早晨,刚一举步,既有点儿夹脚,又有点儿步履维艰。
Seeing, now, that there were no curtains to the window, and that the street being very narrow, the house opposite commanded a plain view into the room, and observing more and more the indecorous figure that Queequeg made, staving about with little else but his hat and boots on; I begged him as well as I could, to accelerate his toilet somewhat, and particularly to get into his pantaloons as soon as possible.
这时,因为窗子没有窗帘,街道又很窄,对街的房子可以一目了然地望到我们房里,我看到魁魁格做出来的这种越来越不合礼节的姿态,冲来撞去的结果还只是戴上帽子,穿上那双靴子;我就尽力请求他赶紧盥洗去,尤其是请他赶快把裤子穿上。
He complied, and then proceeded to wash himself.
他答应了,就去着手盥洗。
At that time in the morning any Christian would have washed his face; but Queequeg, to my amazement, contented himself with restricting his ablutions to his chest, arms, and hands.
在早晨这时候,任何一个文明人都是要洗脸的;但是,叫我一楞的是:魁魁格却把他的洗礼局限在胸膛,胳膊和一双手便完了事。
He then donned his waistcoat, and taking up a piece of hard soap on the wash-stand centre table, dipped it into water and commenced lathering his face.
他于是穿上背心,在脸盆架上随手捡起一块粗肥皂,把它浸在水里,开始把肥皂泡涂在脸上。
I was watching to see where he kept his razor, when lo and behold, he takes the harpoon from the bed corner, slips out the long wooden stock, unsheathes the head, whets it a little on his boot, and striding up to the bit of mirror against the wall, begins a vigorous scraping, or rather harpooning of his cheeks.
我正在聚精会神地看他的刮胡刀是藏在哪里时,哎唷,他竟在床角上拉出那支标枪来,把那长木柄一抽,退去了枪鞘,在他的靴子上豁了一下,就阔步走到钉在墙上的那小块镜子跟前,开始猛劲地刮起,或者不如说是戳起他的脸了。
