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ヘミングウェイで学ぶ英文法 – A Day’s Wait

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A Day’s Wait

He came into the room to shut the windows while we were still in bed and I saw he looked ill.

He was shivering, his face was white, and he walked slowly as though it ached to move.

“What’s the matter, Schatz?”

“I’ve got a headache.”

“You better go back to bed.”

“No. I’m all right.”

“You go to bed. I’ll see you when I’m dressed.”

But when I came downstairs he was dressed, sitting by the fire, looking a very sick and miserable boy of nine years.

When I put my hand on his forehead I knew he had a fever.

“You go up to bed,” I said, “you’re sick.”

“I’m all right,” he said.

When the doctor came he took the boy’s temperature.

“What is it?” I asked him.

“One hundred and two.”

Downstairs, the doctor left three different medicines in different colored capsules with instructions for giving them.

One was to bring down the fever, another a purgative, the third to overcome an acid condition.

The germs of influenza can only exist in an acid condition, he explained.

He seemed to know all about influenza and said there was nothing to worry about if the fever did not go above one hundred and four degrees.

This was a light epidemic of flu and there was no danger if you avoided pneumonia.

Back in the room I wrote the boy’s temperature down and made a note of the time to give the various capsules.

“Do you want me to read to you?”

“All right. If you want to,” said the boy.

His face was very white and there were dark areas under his eyes.

He lay still in the bed and seemed very detached from what was going on.

I read aloud from Howard Pyle’s Book of Pirates but I could see he was not following what I was reading.

“How do you feel, Schatz?” I asked him.

“Just the same, so far,” he said.

I sat at the foot of the bed and read to myself while I waited for it to be time to give another capsule.

It would have been natural for him to go to sleep, but when I looked up he was looking at the foot of the bed, looking very strangely.

“Why don’t you try to go to sleep? I’ll wake you up for the medicine.”

“I’d rather stay awake.”

After a while he said to me, “You don’t have to stay in here with me Papa, if it bothers you.”

“It doesn’t bother me.”

“No, I mean you don’t have to stay if it’s going to bother you.”

I thought perhaps he was a little lightheaded and after giving him the prescribed capsules at eleven o’clock I went out for a while.

It was a bright, cold day, the ground covered with a sleet that had frozen so that it seemed as if all the bare trees, the bushes, the cut brush and all the grass and the bare ground had been varnished with ice.

I took the young Irish setter for a little walk up the road and along a frozen creek, but it was difficult to stand or walk on the glassy surface and the red dog slipped and slithered and I fell twice, hard, once dropping my gun and having it slide away over the ice.

We flushed a covey of quail under a high clay bank with overhanging brush and I killed two as they went out of sight over the top of the bank.

Some of the covey lit in trees, but most of them scattered into brush piles and it was necessary to jump on the ice-coated mounds of brush several times before they would flush.

Coming out while you were poised unsteadily on the icy, springy brush they made difficult shooting and I killed two, missed five, and started back pleased to have found a covey close to the house and happy there were so many left to find on another day.

At the house they said the boy had refused to let anyone come into the room.

“You can’t come in,” he said. “You mustn’t get what I have.”

I went up to him and found him in exactly the position I had left him, white-faced, but with the tops of his cheeks flushed by the fever, staring still, as he had stared, at the foot of the bed.

I took his temperature.

“What is it?”

“Something like a hundred,” I said. It was one hundred and two and four-tenths.

“It was a hundred and two,” he said.

“Who said so?”

“The doctor.”

“Your temperature is all right,” I said. “It’s nothing to worry about.”

“I don’t worry,” he said, “but I can’t keep from thinking.”

“Don’t think,” I said. “Just take it easy.”

“I’m taking it easy,” he said, and looked straight ahead. He was evidently holding tight on to himself about something.

“Take this with water.”

“Do you think it will do any good?”

“Of course it will.”

I sat down and opened the Pirate book and commenced to read, but I could see he was not following, so I stopped.

“About what time do you think I’m going to die?” he asked.

“What?”

“About how long will it be before I die?”

“You aren’t going to die. What’s the matter with you?”

“Oh, yes, I am. I heard him say a hundred and two.”

“People don’t die with a fever of one hundred and two. That’s a silly way to talk.”

“I know they do. At school in France the boys told me you can’t live with forty-four degrees. I’ve got a hundred and two.”

“He had been waiting to die all day, ever since nine o’clock in the morning.”

“You poor Schatz,” I said. “Poor old Schatz. It’s like miles and kilometers. You aren’t going to die. That’s a different thermometer. On that thermometer thirty-seven is normal. On this kind it’s ninety-eight.”

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely,” I said. “It’s like miles and kilometers. You know, like how many kilometers we make when we do seventy miles in the car?”

“Oh,” he said.

But his gaze at the foot of the bed relaxed slowly. The hold over himself relaxed too, finally, and the next day it was very slack and he cried very easily at little things that were of no importance.

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A Day’s Wait

※分秒は男性音声に対応

(1) 夜明けの異変と冷たい震え(An Unusual Chill at Dawn)

He came / into the room / to shut the windows / while we were still in bed and I saw / he looked ill.

He was shivering /ˈʃɪv.ɚ.ɪŋ/ (震えている) , his face was white, and he walked slowly / as though it ached /eɪkt/ (痛んだ) to move.

“What’s the matter, Schatz?” ※父親が息子を呼ぶ際の愛称。ドイツ語の Schatz(宝物)から。

“I’ve got a headache.”

“You better go back / to bed.”

“No. I’m all right.”

“You go to bed. I’ll see you / when I’m dressed.”

(2) 暖炉の前の病人と父親の気づき(The Sick Boy by the Fire and Father’s Concern)

But when I came downstairs / he was dressed, sitting / by the fire, looking a very sick and miserable /ˈmɪz.ɚ.ə.bl/ boy / of nine years.

When I put my hand / on his forehead I knew / he had a fever.

“You go up to bed,” I said, “you’re sick.”

“I’m all right,” he said.

(3) 医師の診断と3つのカプセル(The Doctor’s Visit and Three Colored Capsules)

When the doctor came / he took the boy’s temperature.

“What is it?” I asked him.

“One hundred and two.”

Downstairs, the doctor left three different medicines / in different colored capsules /ˈkæp.suːlz/ / with instructions / for giving them.

One was to bring down the fever, another a purgative /ˈpɝː.ɡə.t̬ɪv/ (下剤) , (and) the third / to overcome an acid condition (酸性の状態) .

The germs /dʒɝːmz/ (病原菌) / of influenza / can only exist / in an acid condition, he explained.

(4) インフルエンザの流行と凍りついた警戒(A Light Epidemic and Frozen Caution)

He seemed to know all / about influenza and said / there was nothing / to worry about / if the fever did not go / above one hundred and four degrees.

This was a light epidemic (軽い流行) / of flu and there was no danger / if you avoided pneumonia /nuː.ˈmoʊ.ni.ə/ (肺炎) .

Back / in the room I wrote the boy’s temperature down and made a note / of the time / to give the various capsules.

(5) 海賊の物語と心ここにあらずの視線(The Book of Pirates and a Detached Gaze)

“Do you want me to read to you?”

“All right. If you want to,” said the boy.

His face was very white and there were dark areas (隈 くま) / under his eyes.

He lay still (adj. 静止して) / in the bed and seemed very detached /dɪ.ˈtætʃt/ (離れた) / from what was going on.

I read aloud / from Howard Pyle’s /ˈhaʊ.ɚd.paɪl/ Book of Pirates / but I could see / he was not following /ˈfɑːl.oʊ.ɪŋ/ what I was reading. ※挿絵入りの海賊の物語で有名な著者。少年の興味を引くために選ばれた本です。

“How do you feel, Schatz?” I asked him.

“Just the same, so far,” he said.

(6) 孤独な待機と小さな気遣い(A Lonely Wait and Tiny Consideration)

I sat / at the foot / of the bed and read to myself (黙読した) / while I waited / for it / to be time / to give another capsule.

It would have been natural / for him / to go to sleep, but when I looked up / he was looking / at the foot / of the bed, looking (at the foot of the bed) very strangely.

“Why don’t you try to go to sleep? I’ll wake you up / for the medicine.”

“I’d rather stay awake.”

After a while / he said to me, “You don’t have to stay / in here / with me Papa, if it bothers you.”

“It doesn’t bother me.”

“No, I mean / you don’t have to stay / if it’s going to bother you.”

I thought / perhaps he was a little lightheaded (熱などで頭がふらふらする) and / after giving him the prescribed (処方された) capsules / at eleven o’clock / I went out / for a while.

(7) 氷に覆われた滑る路(Walking on the Varnished Ice)

It was a bright, cold day, the ground covered / with a sleet (みぞれ) / that had frozen / so that it seemed as if all the bare trees, the bushes(低木、茂み), the cut brush(藪、低木) and all the grass and the bare ground (むき出しの地面) had been varnished / with ice (氷でニスを塗ったような) .

Winter bushes (低木、茂み)

Winter bushes

snow brush (刈り込まれた藪、切り払われた枝)

I took the young Irish setter / for a little walk / up(~に沿って) the road and along a frozen creek(小川), but it was difficult / to stand or walk / on the glassy surface (ガラスのような表面) and the red dog slipped and slithered /ˈslɪð.ɚd/ (ずるずると滑った) and I fell twice, hard, once dropping my gun and having it slide away(滑り去る) / over the ice.

Irish setter
frozen creek in field

(8) 凍てつく藪のなかのウズラ狩り(Quail Hunting in the Frozen Brush)

We flushed /flʌʃt/ (飛び立たせた) a covey of quail /kweɪl/ (ウズラ) / under a high clay (粘土質の) bank (土手) / with overhanging brush(藪) and I killed two / as they went out of sight (視界から消えて) / over the top of the bank(土手).

Brown quail
Covey of quail
Clay Riverbank

Some of the covey lit / in trees(木々に止まった), but most of them scattered / into(~の中へ散らばった) brush piles(藪・枝の山) and it was necessary / to jump / on the ice-coated mounds(氷に覆われた盛り土、あるいは塊) of brush(藪・枝の山) several times / before they would flush.

brush piles

Coming out / while you were poised unsteadily (不安定な姿勢で身を構えて) / on the icy, springy brush(弾力のある藪、しなる枝) / they(quails) made difficult shooting and I killed two, missed five, and started back / pleased to have found a covey / close to the house and happy / there were so many left / to find / on another day.

(9) 拒絶された入室とベッドの足元の凝視(A Refused Entry and Staring at the Foot of the Bed)

At the house / they said / the boy had refused / to let anyone come / into the room.

“You can’t come in,” he said. “You mustn’t get what I have.”

I went up / to him and found him / in exactly the position / I had left him, white-faced, but with the tops / of his cheeks / flushed(赤らんだ) / by(with) (the) fever, staring still(じっと凝視する), as he had stared, at the foot / of the bed.

I took his temperature.

“What is it?”

“Something like a hundred,” I said. It was one hundred and two and four-tenths(102 and 4/10).

(10) 終わらない思考と張り詰めた少年の心(Endless Thoughts and a Tight Grip on Himself)

“It was a hundred and two,” he said.

“Who said so?”

“The doctor.”

“Your temperature is all right,” I said. “It’s nothing to worry about.”

“I don’t worry,” he said, “but I can’t keep from thinking. (考えるのを止められない)”

“Don’t think,” I said. “Just take it easy.”

“I’m taking it easy,” he said, and looked straight ahead. He was evidently holding tight on to (密着して) himself (必死に感情を抑えている) / about something.

“Take this with water.”

“Do you think it will do any good (効果がある)?”

“Of course it will.”

I sat down and opened the Pirate book and commenced (始めた) to read, but I could see he was not following, so I stopped.

(11) 衝撃の質問と死への覚悟(The Shocking Question and Waiting for Death)

“About what time do you think I’m going to(gonna) die?” he asked.

“What?”

“About how long will it be / before I die?”

“You aren’t going to(gonna) die. What’s the matter with you?”

“Oh, yes, I am. I heard him say a hundred and two.”

“People don’t die / with a fever / of one(a) hundred and two. That’s a silly way to talk (バカげた話し方).”

“I know they do. At school / in France / the boys told me / you can’t live / with forty-four degrees. I’ve got a hundred and two.”

“He had been waiting to die all day, ever since nine o’clock / in the morning.”

(12) 華氏と摂氏の誤解の氷解(Fahrenheit and Celsius: The Relief of Understanding)

“You poor Schatz,” I said. “Poor old Schatz. It’s like miles and kilometers. You aren’t going to die. That’s a different thermometer. On that thermometer thirty-seven is normal. On this kind it’s ninety-eight.”

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely,” I said. “It’s like miles and kilometers. You know, like how many kilometers we make / when we do seventy miles in the car?”

“Oh,” he said.

But his gaze / at the foot / of the bed / relaxed slowly. The hold / over himself (自制心) relaxed too, finally, and the next day / it was very slack (緩んだ、締りのない) and he cried very easily / at little things / that were of no importance (どうでもいいこと).

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