吉尔的旧家具买卖
Gil's Furniture Bought&Sold
This, the old man says shutting the lid, this ain't for sale.
There is a junk store. An old man owns it. We bought a used refrigerator from him once, and Carlos sold a box of magazines for a dollar. The store is small with just a dirty window for light. He doesn't turn the lights on unless you got money to buy things with, so in the dｈttｐ://ｗｗw•9９lｉb•netark we look and see all kinds of things, me and Nenny. Tables with their feet upside-down and rows and rows of refrigerators with round corners and couches that spin dust in the air when you punch them and a hundred T. V.'s that don't work probably. Everything is on top of everything so the whole store has skinny aisles to walk through. You can get lost easy.
店主是个黑人，他不太说话。如果你不太熟悉的话，可能在里面过好长时间，才会注意到有一副金色眼镜在黑暗中游动。自以为聪明的蕾妮会和所有的老人交谈，她问他许多问题。我呢，从来没和他说过什么九_九_藏_书_网，除去那次花一角钱买了一个自由女神像。
然后我不知道为什么，不得不背过身去，装做我不是那么在意那个盒子，免得蕾妮看到我有多傻。可是蕾妮更傻，已经在问价钱，我看到她的手指伸到裤袋里摸钱去了。
The owner, he is a black man who doesn't talk much and sometimes if you didn't know better you could be in there a long time before your eyes notice a pair of gold glasses floating in the dark. Nenny who thinks she is smart and talks to any old man, asks lots of questions. Me, I never said nothing to him except once when I bought the Statue of Liberty for a dime.
But Ne九*九*藏*书*网nny, I hear her asking one time how's this here and the man says, This, this is a music box, and I turn around quick thinking he means a pretty box with flowers painted on it, with a ballerina inside. Only there's nothing like that where this old man is pointing, just a wood box that's old and got a big brass record in it with holes. Then he starts it up and all sorts of things start happening. It's like all of a sudden he let go a million moths all over the dusty furnithtｔp://wｗｗ•99lib.nｅｔure and swan-neck shadows and in our bones. It's like drops of water. Or like marimbas only with a funny little plucked sound to it like if you were running your fingers across the teeth of a metal comb.
那里有家旧货店。一个老人开的。我们有次从他那里买过一台旧冰箱。卡洛斯的一箱子杂志卖了一块钱。那铺面很小，只有一格脏兮兮的窗户透光。他从来不开灯，除非你带了买东西的钱。于是我们，我和蕾妮，在昏暗中张望，看见各种各样的物什。几张脚朝天的桌子、一排排的圆角冰箱、你一捶它就会向空中喷吐灰尘的沙发和一百台看不大起来的电视。一样东西摞在另一样上面，形成了店里一条条细长的甬道。你很容易就迷失了方向。
可是蕾妮，我有次听到她问，这里这个是什么，老人说，这个，是音乐盒。我飞快地转身，以为他在说一个漂亮的盒子，上面印着花朵，里面有个芭蕾舞小人的那种。但老人指的地方没有那样的东西。那只是一个旧木盒，里面有一张大的黄铜录音片，上面有些小洞洞。接着他启动了它，忽然间响起来千百样的声音。好像被他这一弄，有一百万只飞蛾从蒙灰的家具上，从天鹅颈状的阴影中，从我们的骨头里翻飞出来。又好像是一骨碌儿水滴。或是木琴，轻轻地一拨弦，发出如同手指滑过金属梳齿的声音。九九藏书
这个，老人说着合上盖子，这个不卖。
And then I don't know why, but I have to turn around and pretend I don't care about the box so Nenny won't see how stupid I am. But Nenny, who is stupider, already is asking how much and I can see her fingers going for the quarters in her pants pocket.