【闲着也是闲着】twilight——序幕、第一章（中英对照）

1.FIRST SIGHT
初见
My mother drove me to the airport with the windows rolled down.
妈妈开车送我去的机场，一路上车窗都敞开着。
It was seventy-five degrees in Phoenix, the sky a perfect, cloudless blue. I was wearing my favorite shirt — sleeveless, white eyelet lace; I was wearing it as a farewell gesture.
凤凰城当天的气温是75华氏度，蔚蓝的天空，万里无云。我穿着自己最喜欢的那件无袖网眼白色蕾丝衬衣；我之所以穿这件衬衫，是用它来跟凤凰城作别的。手上还拎着一件派克式外套 。
My carry-on item was a parka. In the Olympic Peninsula of northwest Washington State, a small town named Forks exists under a near-constant cover of clouds. It rains on this inconsequential town more than any other place in the United States of America.
华盛顿州西北的奥林匹克半岛上，有一座名叫福克斯的小镇，那里几乎常年笼罩着乌云。这个微不足道的小镇上的雨水比美利坚的任何地方都要多。
It was from this town and its gloomy, omnipresent shade that my mother escaped with me when I was only a few months old.
妈妈就是从这个小镇那阴郁而又无处躲藏的阴影之下，带着我逃出来的，当时我才几个月。


I felt a spasm of panic as I stared at her wide, childlike eyes. How could I leave my loving, erratic, harebrained mother to fend for herself? 看着她那双天真烂漫的大眼睛，我涌起一阵心痛。我怎么可以撇下我可爱、古怪、率性的母亲，让她独自一人去生活呢？
Of course she had Phil now, so the bills would probably get paid, there would be food in the refrigerator, gas in her car, and someone to call when she got lost, but still…
当然，眼下她有菲尔，账单会有人去付，冰箱里会有吃的，汽车没油了有人去加，迷了路也有人可求，但还是……
"I want to go," I lied. I'd always been a bad liar, but I'd been saying this lie so frequently lately that it sounded almost convincing now.
"我真的想去，"我撒了个谎。我一直都不太会说谎话，不过这个谎话最近一直在说，最后连自己都深信不疑了。
"Tell Charlie I said hi."
"I will."
"代我向查理问好。"
"我会的。"
"I'll see you soon," she insisted. "You can come home whenever you want —I'll come right back as soon as you need me."
"我很快就会来看你的，"她坚持道，"你想回家的话，随时都可以回——你说一声需要我，我马上就回来。"


But I could see the sacrifice in her eyes behind the promise.

不过，从她眼中我能看出这样的诺言会让她做出怎样的牺牲。

"Don't worry about me," I urged. "It'll be great. I love you, Mom."

"别为我担心，"我劝她，"一切都会很好的。我爱你，妈妈。"

It took only one trip to get all my stuff upstairs. I got the west bedroom that faced out over the front yard. The room was familiar; it had been belonged to me since I was born. The wooden floor, the light blue walls, the peaked ceiling, the yellowed lace curtains around the window —these were all a part of my childhood.
只用一趟，我所有的东西就全搬到楼上去了。我住西边面向前院的那间卧室，这间屋子我很熟悉；我一生下来它就归了我。现代化的地板，深红色的墙壁，尖顶型的天花板，镶黑边的窗帘，这些都是我童年的一部分。
The only changes Charlie had ever made were switching the crib for a bed and adding a desk as I grew. The desk now held a secondhand computer, with the phone line for the modem stapled along the floor to the nearest phone jack.
查理惟一变了变的，就是随着我慢慢长大，把婴儿床换成了一般的床，添了一张写字台。现在这张写字台上有了一台二手电脑，外带一根连着调制解调器的电话线，电话线是顺着地板走的，另一头插在离得最近的电话插孔里。
This was a stipulation from my mother, so that we could stay in touch easily. The rocking chair from my baby days was still in the corner.
这是妈妈提出来的一个要求，这样，我们联系起来就比较容易了。我儿时的那把摇椅还放在那个角落里。
There was only one small bathroom at the top of the stairs, which I would have to share with Charlie. I was trying not to dwell too much on that fact.
只有楼梯顶上惟一一个小浴室，我只好跟查理共用了。我尽量别让自己老惦记着这事。
One of the best things about Charlie is he doesn't hover. He left me alone to unpack and get settled, a feat that would have been altogether impossible for my mother.
查理最大的优点之一就是爽快。他让我自己整理行李，这要是换了我母亲，是万万不可能的事情。
It was nice to be alone, not to have to smile and look pleased; a relief to stare dejectedly out the window at the sheeting rain and let just a few tears escape. I wasn't in the mood to go on a real crying jag. I would save that for bedtime, when I would have to think about the coming morning.一个人呆着真好，不必面露微笑让自己看起来很愉快；沮丧地凝视着窗外如注的大雨，掉几滴眼泪是一种解脱。我没有痛痛快快大哭一场的心境，我会把它留到睡觉的时候，因为那个时候，我将不得不想一想来日的早上。
Forks High School had a frightening total of only three hundred and fifty-seven — now fifty-eight — students; there were more than seven hundred people in my junior class alone back home. All of the kids here had grown up together — their grandparents had been toddlers together.
福克斯高中部总共仅有357个——当然，现在是358个学生，这实在令人吃惊；而我家那里仅初中部就超过700人，这里所有的孩子都是一起长大的——他们的爷爷奶奶在蹒跚学步的时候就在一起。
I would be the new girl from the big city, a curiosity, a freak.
我将成为从大城市新来的女孩，一个稀奇罕见、行为怪异的另类。


好，我向百度投降

Thick fog was all I could see out my window in the morning, and I could feel the claustrophobia creeping up on me. You could never see the sky here; it was like a cage.
早上醒来，睁眼一看，窗外除了浓雾还是浓雾，我能感觉到幽闭恐怖症正在向我慢慢袭来。在这里，你根本就看不到天空；就像一个笼子一样。
Breakfast with Charlie was a quiet event. He wished me good luck at school. I thanked him, knowing his hope was wasted. Good luck tended to avoid me. Charlie left first, off to the police station that was his wife and family.
与查理共进早餐是一件静静悄悄的事。他祝我上学好运，我谢了他，知道他祝了也是徒劳。好运总是会躲着我。查理先出了门，去了**局，那里才像是他的家。


The sloshing of my new waterproof boots was unnerving. I missed the normal crunch of gravel as I walked.
我的新防水靴溅起的泥水很恼人，听不见正常情况下脚底砾石发出的嘎吱嘎吱声。
I couldn't pause and admire my truck again as I wanted; I was in a hurry to get out of the misty wet that swirled around my head and clung to my hair under my hood.
我不能像心里希望的那样，停下来欣赏欣赏我的卡车。我着急着呢，恨不能赶紧从这盘绕在我脑袋周围，缠住帽兜下面的头发不放的雾霭中摆脱出来。
Inside the truck, it was nice and dry. Either Billy or Charlie had obviously cleaned it up, but the tan upholstered seats still smelled faintly of tobacco, gasoline, and peppermint.
卡车里面倒是很干爽。显然，不是比利，就是查理，已经把车清洁过了，不过装了软垫的皮座椅还是能闻到些许的烟草、汽油和薄荷油的味道。
The engine started quickly,to my relief, but loudly, roaring to life and then idling at top volume. 令我感到安慰的是，发动机一打就着，不过声音很大，刚发动时突突作响，空转时更是达到了最大音量。


Well, a truck this old was bound to have a flaw. The antique radio worked, a plus that I hadn't expected.
嗨，这么老的一辆车肯定有一两处缺陷的。嘿，那老掉牙的收音机还响呢，这可是一笔意外收获呀。
Finding the school wasn't difficult, though I'd never been there before. The school was, like most other things, just off the highway.
找到学校没费什么事，虽然我以前从未去过。学校和许多其他建筑一样，就在公路边上。
It was not obvious that it was a school; only the sign, which declared it to be the Forks High School, made me stop.
它不太看得出来是所学校；幸好看见了那块上面写着福克斯中学的牌子，我才停下来。
It looked like a collection of matching houses, built with maroon-colored bricks. There were so many trees and shrubs I couldn't see its size at first. Where was the feel of the institution? I wondered nostalgically. Where were the chain-link fences, the metal detectors?
它看上去就像一溜用栗色砖修建的配套用房。这里有许多树和灌木，一开始我没能看清学校的规模。这哪里有什么教育机构的感觉?我感觉倒是很怀旧。铁丝网栅栏在哪儿？还有金属探测器呢？
I parked in front of the first building, which had a small sign over the door reading front office. No one else was parked there, so I was sure it was off limits, but I decided I would get directions inside instead of circling around in the rain like an idiot.
我把车停在了第一栋楼前，楼上挂着一块小牌子，上面写有"行政办公室"字样。不见有别人把车停在这里，所以我断定这里肯定是不让停车的，不过我还是决定去问问路，而不要像个白痴似地在雨中绕圈子。
I stepped unwillingly out of the toasty truck cab and walked down a little stone path lined with dark hedges. I took a deep breath before opening the door.
我不情愿地从舒适温暖的驾驶室出来，上了一条有深色栅栏的小石路。开门之前，我深吸了一口气。
Inside, it was brightly lit, and warmer than I'd hoped. The office was small; a little waiting area with padded folding chairs, orange-flecked commercial carpet, notices and awards cluttering the walls, a big clock ticking loudly. Plants grew everywhere in large plastic pots, as if there wasn't enough greenery outside.
里面灯火通明，而且比我想象得要暖和。办公室很小；有一个小小的接待区，放置着一些带衬垫的可折叠椅子，地上铺着橘色斑点的商务地毯，布告和奖彰混乱地贴在墙上，一个大立钟发出清晰而响亮的滴答声，在大塑料罐子里的盆景生长得异常茂盛，好像这里户外缺乏植被似的所以它们才在这里长得到处都是。


At home I'd lived in one of the few lower-income neighborhoods that were included in the Paradise Valley District. It was a common thing to see a new Mercedes or Porsche in the student lot.
在凤凰城，我住在为数不多的几个低收入的居民区中的一个居民区里，而这些居民区都隶属于天堂谷行政区管辖。在学生停车区，看见一辆新梅塞德斯或者保时捷是很寻常的事情。The nicest car here was a shiny Volvo, and it stood out. Still, I cut the engine as soon as I was in a spot, so that the thunderous volume wouldn't draw attention to me.
这里最好的车是一辆亮闪闪的沃尔沃，鹤立鸡群。不过，一到停车位我还是马上就把火熄了，省得它那雷鸣般的声音把注意力吸引到我身上来。
I looked at the map in the truck, trying to memorize it now; hopefully I wouldn't have to walk around with it stuck in front of my nose all day.
我在车里看了看校园地图，想当时在车上就能把它记住；这样的话，就有希望不需要一天到晚走到哪里，都得把它贴在鼻子前面了。
I stuffed everything in my bag, slung the strap over my shoulder, and sucked in a huge breath. I can do this, I lied to myself feebly. No one was going to bite me. I finally exhaled and stepped out of the truck.
我把所有的东西塞进了书包，将书包带子挎在了肩上，吸了一大口气。我可以搞定，我底气不足地对自己撒了个谎，没有人会把我吃了。最后，我深呼一口气从车里走了出来。
I kept my face pulled back into my hood as I walked to the sidewalk, crowded with teenagers. My plain black jacket didn't stand out, I noticed with relief.
我往人行道那边走去的时候，脸一直缩在帽兜里面。人行道上挤满了十几岁的孩子。我朴素的黑夹克并不显眼,降低了我受到关注的可能。


And yet, they were all exactly alike. Every one of them was chalky pale,the palest of all the students living in this sunless town. Paler than me, the albino.
可是，他们又都有完全相似之处。他们每个人的皮肤都有一种近似病态的苍白，天底下所有的学生中最苍白的都生活在这个没有阳光的小镇。比我这个白化病患者还要苍白。
They all had very dark eyes despite the range in hair tones. They also had dark shadows under those eyes — purplish, bruiselike shadows. As if they were all suffering from a sleepless night, or almost done recovering from a broken nose.
尽管他们头发的色阶范围不一,可他们都有如同黑曜石般的眼眸,并且在他们的眼睛下都有深暗的阴影——瘀伤那样的紫色，好像都失眠了一宿似的，或者好像鼻子尚未痊愈似的。Though their noses, all their features, were straight, perfect, angular.
尽管他们的鼻子，也是他们的共同特征之一，全都是直直的无可挑剔的尖鼻子。
But all this is not why I couldn't look away.
但所有这一切都不是我不能把目光移开的原因。
I stared because their faces, so different, so similar, were all devastatingly, inhumanly beautiful.
我之所以盯着他们瞧，是因为他们如此不同、又如此相似的脸都美极了，美到了人间不觅的程度。
They were faces you never expected to see except perhaps on the airbrushed pages of a fashion magazine. Or painted by an old master as the face of an angel. It was hard to decide who was the most beautiful — maybe the perfect blond girl, or the bronze-haired boy.
这是一些或许只有在时装杂志的喷绘页上才有希望看到的脸。或者说是技术娴熟的画家描绘出的天使的脸。很难说谁最美——也许是那个无可挑剔的金发女孩儿，或者是那个古铜色头发的男孩子。
They were all looking away — away from each other, away from the other students, away from anything in particular as far as I could tell.
他们全都望着一边——没有看着对方，没有看着其他的同学，也没有看着我所知道的任何某样特别的东西。