time enough for love-时间足够你爱(英文版)-第10章

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I　will　smile　and　not　plain~〃
　　
　　〃I　don't　want　to　leave；　I　said　so。　As　long　as　I　don't　kee　you　from　your　sleep…〃
　　
　　〃~~；won't。〃…~　…
　　
　　〃…and　allow　an　hour　to　pick　up　a　fresh　pack　of　disposables；　robe　in；　and　go　through　decontam。　I　wish　I　had　fetched　a　pack；　but　I　hadn't　planned　on　this。〃
　　
　　〃Oh。　We'll　make　that　an　hour　and　a　half。　My　phone　had　a　message　waiting　in　it。　The　Senior　does　not　like　the　way　we　look　in　isolation　gear；　he　wants　to　be　able　to　see　anyone　around　him。　So　we　must　plan　time　to　go　through　body　dccontam'instead；　then　attend　him　in　ordinary　clothes。〃
　　
　　〃Uh　。　。　Ishtar；　is　this　wise？　We　might　sneeze　on　him。〃
　　
　　〃Do　you　think　I　set　this　policy？　Dear；　this　message　was　straight　from　the　Palace。　Besides　that；　females　are　specifically　ordered　to　look　as　pretty　and　be　as　attractively　dressed　as　possible…so　I　must　think　about　what　I　can　wear　that　can　go　through　sterilization。　Nudity　is　not　acceptable；　that　was　specified；　too。　But　don't　worry　about　sneezing。　Have　you　never　taken　full　body　decontamination？　When　that　crew　gets　through　with　you；　you　can't　sneeze；　no　matter　how　much　you　need　to。　But　don't　tell　the　Senior　that　you've　had　decontarn；　the　assumption　is　that　we　simply　walk　in　off　the　street…no　special　pre
　　
　　cautions。〃…
　　
　　〃How　can　I　tell　him　when　I　don't　speak　his　language？　Does　he　have　some　fetish　against　nudity？〃
　　
　　〃I　don't　know；　I　am　just　conveying　the　order；　one　that　went
　　
　　out　to　everyone　on　the　watch　list。〃
　　
　　He　looked　thoughtful。　〃It's　probably　not　a　fetish。　All　fetishes
　　
　　are　contra…survival；　that's　elementary。　You　told　me　that　the　principal　problem　was　to　break　him　out　of　his　apathy。　You　were　pleased　that　he　was　bad…tempered；　even　though　you　said
　　
　　it　was　a　hyperreaction。〃…
　　
　　〃Certainly　I　was　pleased；　it　showed　that　he　was　responding。　Galahad；　never　mind　that　now；　I　don't　have　a　thing　to　wear；　you'll　have　to　help　me。〃
　　
　　〃I'm　talking　about　what　you　should　wear。　I　think　it　was　the　Chairman　Pro　Tem's　idea；　not　the　Senior's。〃
　　
　　〃Dear　man；　I　don't　try　to　read　his　mind；　I　just　carry　out　his　orders。　I　don't　have　any　taste　in　clothes；　never　did　have。　Do　you　think　a　lab　assistant's　coverall　would　be　suitable？　It　will　take　sterilization　and　never　show　it…and　hook　quite　neat　in　one。〃
　　
　　〃I　am　trying　to　read　the　mind　of　the　Chairman　Pro　Tern；　Ishtar…guess　his　intentions；　at　least。　No；　I　don't　think　a　lab　uniform　would　do；　you　would　not　look　as　if　you　had　'simply　walked　in　off　the　street。'　If　we　stipulate　that　a　fetish　syndrome　is　not　involved；　then　the　only　advantage　of　clothing　over
　　
　　nudity　in　this　situation　is　to　lend　variety。　Contrast。　Change。　Help　shake　him　loose　from　that…　apathy？'
　　
　　She　stared　at　him　with　thoughtful　interest。　〃Galahad；　up　to　now；　based　on　my　own　experience；　I've　always　thought　that　a　man's　only　interest　in　a　woman's　clothes　was　to　get　them　off　her。　I　may　have　to　put　you　in　for　promotipn。〃
　　
　　〃I'm　not　ready　to　be　promoted；　I've　been　in　the　Vocation　less　than　ten　years。　As　I'm　sure　you　know。　Let's　take　a　look　at　your　wardrobe。〃　…
　　
　　〃What　are　you　going　to　wear；　dear？〃
　　
　　〃Doesn't　matter　what　I　wear；　the　Senior　is　male　and　all　the　stories　and　myths　about　him　indicate　that　be　has　remained　canalized　by　the　primitive　culture　he　was　born　in。　Not　sensually　polymorphous。〃
　　
　　〃How　can　you　be　sure？　Myths；　dear。〃
　　
　　〃Ishtar；　all　myths　tell　the　truth　if　you　know　how　to　read　them。　I'm　guessing；　but　it　is　a　reasoned　guess；　as　this　is　something　I　used　to　be　somewhat　expert　in。　Until　I　was　rejuvenated
　　
　　…until　you　rejuvenated　me…then　I　went　into　something　more　active。〃
　　
　　…　〃What；　dear？〃
　　
　　〃Some　other　time。　I　was　simply　saying　that　I　don't　think　it　matters　what…I　wear。　A　chiton。　Shorts　and　singlet。　Kilt。　Even　the　underwear　I　had　on　under　isolation　gear。　Oh；　I~ll　wear
　　
　　…lively　colors　and　something　different　each　watch…but　he　won't　look　at　me；　he'll　look　at　you。　So　let's　pick　out　something　he　would　like　to　see　you　in。〃
　　
　　〃How　will　you　know；　Galahad？〃
　　
　　〃Very　simple。　I'll　choose　something　I　would　like　to　see　a　long…legged　beautiful　blonde　wear。〃
　　
　　He　was　surprised　to　see　how　little　Ishtar　had　in　her　wardrobe。　In　all　his　varied　experience　with　women　she　was　the　only　one　he　could　remember　who　seemed　to　lack　the　vanity　needed　to　buy　unnecessary　clothes。　As　he　searched；　mind　preoccupied；　he　hummed　and　then　sang　a　snatch　of　doggerel。
　　
　　Ishtar　said；　〃You　speak　his　milk　language！〃
　　
　　〃Eh？　What？　Whose？　The　Senior's？　I　certainly　don't。　But　I　must　learn　it；　I　suppose。〃
　　
　　〃But　you　were　singing　in　it。　A　little　song　he　always　sings　when　he's　busy　with　something。〃
　　
　　〃You　mean　this？　'Therza　poolyawl　。　。　Bytha　paunshot…'　I　have　a　phonographic　ear；　that's　all；　I　don't　understand　the　words。　What　do　they　mean？〃
　　
　　〃I'm　not　sure　they　mean　anything。　Most　of　them　are　not　in　the　vocabulary　I've　learned　so　far。　I　suspect　that　it　is　just　amphigoric　rhythm；　a　self…tranquilizer。　Semantically　null。〃
　　
　　〃On　the　other　hand；　it　might　be　a　key　to　understanding　him。　Have　you　tried　asking　a　puter？〃
　　
　　〃Galahad；　I　haven't　been　given　access　to　the　puter　that　records　what　goes　on　in　his　suite。　But　I　doubt　if　anyone　can　understand　him；　in　depth。　He's　a　primitive；　dear…a　living　fossil。〃　…
　　
　　〃I　would　certainly　like　to　try　to　understand　him。　This　language　he　uses…　Is　it　difficult？〃
　　
　　〃Very。　I'rrational；　plicated　syntax；　and　so　loaded　with　idioms　and　multivalues　that　I　trip　even　on　words　I　think　I　know。　I　wish　I　had　your　recording　ear。〃
　　
　　〃The　Chairman　Pro　Tern　seemed　to　have　no　difficulty。〃
　　
　　〃I　think　he　has　'a　special　talent　for　languages。　But　if　you　want　to　try；　dear；　I　have　the　instructional　programs　here。〃
　　
　　〃Accepted！　What　is　this？　A　party　dress？〃
　　
　　〃That？　That's　not　clothing。　I　bought　it　as　a　throw　cover　for　a　couch…then　got　it。　home　and　saw　that　it　did　not　fit　my　lounging　room。〃
　　
　　〃It's　a　dress。　Stand　there　and　hold　still。〃
　　
　　〃Don't　tickle！〃
　　
　　VARIATIONS　ON　A　THEME
　　
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　　Despite　what　I　told　the　Senior；　my　ancestor　Grandfather　Lazarus；　I　work　hard　in　governing　Secundus。　But　only　in　thinking　about　policy　and　in　judging　the　work　of　others。　I　don't　do　donkey　work；　I　leave　that　to　professional　administrators。　Even　so；　the　problems　of　a　pla　with　more　than　a　billion　people　can　keep　a　man　busy；　especially　if　his　intention　is　to　govern　as　little　as　possible…as　that　means　he　must　keep　a　sharp　eye　out　and　his　ear　tuned　for　signs　that　subordinates　are　doing　unnecessary　governing。　Half　my　time　is　used　in　the　negative　work　of　plucking　such　officious　officials　and　ordering　that　they　never　again　serve　in　any　public　capacity。
　　
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　　Then　I　usually　abolish　their　jobs；　and　all　jobs　subordinate　te　them。
　　
　　I　have　never　noticed　any　harm　from　such　pruning　save　thai　parasites　whose　jobs　are　eliminated　must　find　some　other　way　to　avoid　~tarvation。　（They　are　wele　to　starve…better　ii　they　do。　But　they　don't。）　…
　　
　　The　important　thing　is　to　spot　these　malignant　growths　'and　remove　them　while　they　are　small。　The　more　skill　a　Chairman　Pro　Tern　acquires　in　this；　the　more　emerging　ones　he　finds；　which　keeps　him　busier　than　ever。　Anyone　can　see　a　forest　fire；　skill　lies　in　sniffing　the　first　smoke。
　　
　　This　leaves　me　too　little　time　for　my　prime　work：　thinking　about　policy。　The　purpose　of　my　government　is　never　to　do　good；　but　simply　to　refrain　from　doing　eviL　This　sounds　simple　but　is　not。　For　example；　although　prevention　of　armed　revolution　is　obviously　part　of　my　main　duty；　i。e。；　to　keep　order；　I　began　to　have　doubts　about　the　wisdom　of　transporting　potential　revolutionary　leaders　years　before　Grandfather　Lazarus　called　my　attention　to　it。　But　the　symptom　that　roused　my　worry　was　so　null　that　it　took　ten　years　for　me　to　notice　it：
　　
　　During　those　ten　years　there　was　not　one　attempt　to　assassinate　me。
　　
　　By　the　time　Lazarus　Long　returned　to　Secundus　for　the
　　
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　　purpose　of　dying　this　disturbing　symptom　had　continued　twenty　years。
　　
　　This　was　ominous；　and　I　realized　it。　A　population　of　one　billion…plus　so　contented；　so　uniform；　so　smug　that　not　one　determined　assassin　shows　up　in　a　double　decade　is　seriously　ill　no　matter　how　healthy　it　looks。　In　the　ten　years　that　elapsed　after　I　noticed　this　lack　I　worried　about　it　every　hour　I　could　spare…and　found　myself　asking　myself　over　and　over　again：
　　
　　What　would　Lazarus　Long　do？
　　
　　I　knew　in　broad　outline　what　he　had　done…and　that　was　why　I　decided　to　migrate…either　lead　my　people　off　pla　or　go　alone　if　none　would　follow。
　　
　　（In　rereading　this；　it　sounds　as　if　I　sought　to　be　assassinated　in　some　mystic　The　King　Must　Die　sense。　Not　at　all！　I　am　surrounded　at　all　times　by　powerful　and　subtle　safeguards　the　nature　of　which　I　will　not　divulge。　But　there　is　no　harm　in　mentioning　three　negative　precautions；　my　facial　appearance　is　not　known　to　the　public；　I　almost　never　appear　in　public　anyhow；　and　when　I　do；　it　is　never　announced。　The　job　of　ruler　is　dangerous…or　should　be…but　I　don't　intend　…　to　die　from　it。　The　〃disturbing　symptom〃　was　not　that　I　am　alive　but　that　there　are　no　dead　assassins。　No　one　seems　to　hate　me　enough　to　try。　Frightening。　Where　have　I　failed　them？）
　　
　　When　the　Howard　Clinic　notified　me　that　the　Senior　was　awake　（with　a　reminder　that　only　one　〃night〃　had　passed　for　him）　I　was　not　only　awake　but　had　pleted　necessary　work　and　bucked　the　rest；　I　went　at　once　to　the　Clinic。　After　they　decontaminated　me　I　found　him　dawdling　over　coffee；　having　just　finished　breakfast。
　　
　　He　glanced　up　and　grinned。　〃Hi；　Ira！〃
　　
　　〃Good　morning；　Grandfather。〃　I　went　to　him　ready　to　offer　a　respectful　salutation　such　as　he　had　permitted　when　I　bade　him　goodnight　the　night　〃before〃…but　watching　for　signs　that　say　Yes；　or　No；　before　the　mouth　speaks。　Even　among　the　Families　there　is　wide　variety　in　such　customs…and　Lazarus　is；　as　always；　a　law　unto　himself。　So　I　closed　the　last　of　the　gap　with　great　deliberation。
　　
　　He　answered　me　by　drawing　back　so　slightly　that　it　would　have　been　unnoticeabl'e　had　I　not　been　alert　for　it。　He　added　a　gentle　warning：　〃Strangers　present；　Son。〃
　　
　　I　stopped　at　once。　〃At　least　I　think　they　are　strangers；〃　he　added。　〃I've　been　trying　to　get　acquainted；　but　all　'we　share　is　some　pidgin　speech　plus　a　lot　of　handwaving。　But　it's　nice　to
　　
　　have　people　around　instead　of　those　zombies…we　get　alon　Hey；　dear！　e　here；　that's　a　good　girL〃…
　　
　　He　motioned　to　one　of　his…rejuvenation　technicians…two　watch；　as　usual；　and　this　morning　one　was　female；　one　w　male。　I　was　pleased　to　see　that　my　order　that　females　shou　〃dress　attractively〃　had　been　carried　out。　This　woman　was　blonde；　graceful　and　not　unattractive　if　one　likes　tallness　in　female。　（I　don't　dislike　it；　but　there　is　something　to　be　sa　for　one　small　enough　to　fit　on　one's　lap…not　that　I've　hi　much　time　for　that　lately。）
　　
　　She　glided　forward　and　waited；　smiling。　She　was　dressed　a　something…women's　styles　don't　stay　the　same　long　enou~　for　me　to　keep　track；　and　this　was　a　period　when　every　worm　in　New　Rome　seemed　to　be　trying　to　dress　differently　froevery　other　woman。　Whatever　it　was；　it　was　an　iridescent　bh　that　set　off　her　eyes　and　fitted　her　closely　where　it　covered　hi　at　all；　the　effect　was　pleasing。
　　
　　〃Ira；　this　is　Ishtar…did　I　get　your　name　right　that　tim　dear？〃
　　
　　〃Yes；　Senior。〃
　　
　　〃And　that　young　man　over　there　is；　believe　it　or　nc　'Galahad。'　Know　any　legends　of　Earth；　Ira？　If　he　knew　i　idiomatic　meaning；　he　would　change　it…the　perfect　knig~　who　never　got　any。　But　I've　been　trying　to　remember　wi　Ishtar's　face　is　so　familiar。　Dear；　was　I　ever　married　to　yot　Ask　her　for　me；　Ira；　she　may　not　have　understood。〃
　　
　　〃No；　Senior。　Not　never。　Is　certain。〃
　　
　　〃She　understood　you；〃　I　said。
　　
　　〃Well；　it　could　have　been　her　grandmother…a　lively　wend　Ira。　Tried　to　kill　me；　so　I　left　her。〃
　　
　　The　Chief　Master　Technician　spoke　briefly　in　Galacta。　said；　〃Lazarus；　she　says　that；　while　she　has　never　had　the　houc　of　being　married　to　you；　contractually　or　informally；　she　quite　willing　if　you　are。〃
　　
　　〃Well！　A　saucy　one…it　must　have　been　her　grandmothe：
　　
　　Eight；　nine　hundred　years　back；　more　or　less…I　lose　track　C　half　centuries…and　on　this　pla。　Ask　her　if；　uh；　Ant　Barstow　is　her~grandmother？'
　　
　　The　technician　looked　very　pleased　and　broke　into　rapi　Galacta。　I　listened　and　said；？〃She　says　that　And　Barstow　is　he　great…great…great…grandmother　and　she　is　joyed　to　hear　yoi　acknowledge　the　connection　as　that　is　the　lineage　by　which　sh　is　descended　from　you　。　and　that　she　would　be　supremel~
　　
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　　honored；　both　for　herself　and　on　behalf　of　her　siblings　and　cousins；　if　you　would　converge　the　lineage　again；　with　or　without　contract。　After　your　rejuvenation　is　pleted；　she　adds…she　is　nOt　trying　to　rush　you。　How　about　it；　Lazarus？　If　she　has　used　up　her　reproduction　quoti；　I　would　be　happy　to　grant　her　an