标题: 《The siege of Krishnapur 》作者: - J. G. Farrell 【EPUB】 [打印本页]

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标题: 《The siege of Krishnapur 》作者: - J. G. Farrell 【EPUB】
THE SIEGE OF KRISHNAPUR by J.G. Farrell Copyright 1973 by J.G. Farrell All rights reserved First Carroll & Graf edition 1985 Carroll & Graf Publishers, Inc. 19 West 21st Street New York, NY 10010 ISBN 0-7867-0484-5 For W. F. F. PART I 1 Anyone who has never before visited Krishnapur, and who approaches from the east, is likely to think he has reached the end of his journey a few miles sooner than he expected. While still some distance from Krishnapur he begins to ascend a shallow ridge. From here he will see what appears to be a town in the heat-distorted distance. He will see the white glitter of walls and roofs and a handsome grove of trees, perhaps even the dome of what might be a temple. Round about there will be the unending plain still, exactly as it has been for many miles back, a dreary ocean of bald earth, in the immensity of which an occasional field of sugar cane or mustard is utterly lost. The surprising thing is that this plain is not quite deserted, as one might expect. As he crosses it towards the white walls in the distance the traveller may notice an occasional figure way out somewhere between the road and the horizon, a man walking with a burden on his head in one direction or another . . . even though, at least to the eye of a stranger, within the limit of the horizon there does not appear to be anywhere worth walking to, unless perhaps to that distant town he has spotted; one part looks quite as good as another. But if you look closely and shield your eyes from the glare you will make out tiny villages here and there, difficult to see because they are made of the same mud as the plain they came from; and no doubt they melt back into it again during the rainy season, for there is no lime in these parts, no clay or shale that you can burn into bricks, no substance hard enough to resist the seasons over the years. Sometimes the village crouches in a grove of bamboo and possesses a frightful pond with a waterbuffalo or two; more often there is just a well to be worked from dawn till dusk by the same two men and two bullocks every single day in their lives. But whether there is a pond or not hardly matters to a traveller; in either case there is no comfort





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