---------------------------------------------------------------------第二课：Marrakech马拉喀什见闻1 As the corpse went past the flies left the restaurant table in a cloud and rushed after it, but they came back a few minutes later.一具尸体抬过，成群的苍蝇从饭馆的餐桌上嗡嗡而起追逐过去，但几分钟过后又飞了回来。
2 The little crowd of mourners -- all men and boys, no women--threaded their way across the market place between the piles of pomegranates and the taxis and the camels, walling a short chant over and over again. What really appeals to the flies is that the corpses here are never put into coffins, they are merely wrapped in a piece of rag and carried on a rough wooden bier on the shoulders of four friends. When the friends getto the burying-ground they hack an oblong hole a foot or two deep, dump the body in it and fling over it a little of the dried-up, lumpy earth, which is like broken brick. No gravestone, no name, no identifying mark of any kind. The burying-ground is merely a huge waste of hummocky earth, like a derelict building-lot. After a month or two no one can even be certain where his own relatives are buried.一支人数不多的送葬队伍——其中老少尽皆男性，没有一个女的——沿着集贸市场，从一堆堆石榴摊子以及出租汽车和骆驼中间挤道而行，一边走着一边悲痛地重复着一支短促的哀歌。
苍蝇之所以群起追逐是因为在这个地方死人的尸首从不装进棺木，只是用一块破布裹着放在一个草草做成的木头架子上，有四个朋友抬着送葬。
朋友们到了安葬场后，便在地上挖出一个一二英尺深的长方形坑，将尸首往坑里一倒。
再扔一些像碎砖头一样的干土块。
不立墓碑，不留姓名，什么识别标志都没有。
坟场只不过是一片土丘林立的荒野，恰似一片已废弃不用的建筑场地。
一两个月过后，就谁也说不准自己的亲人葬于何处了。
3 When you walk through a town like this -- two hundred thousand inhabitants of whom at least twenty thousand own literally nothing except the rags they stand up in-- when you see how the people live, and stillmore how easily they die, it is always difficult to believe that you arewalking among human beings. All colonial empires are in reality founded upon this fact. The people have brown faces--besides, there are so many of them! Are they really the same flesh as your self? Do they even have names? Or are they merely a kind of undifferentiated brown stuff, about asindividual as bees or coral insects? They rise out of the earth，they sweatand starve for a few years, and then they sink back into the nameless mounds of the graveyard and nobody notices that they are gone. And even the graves themselves soon fade back into the soil. Sometimes, out for awalk as you break your way through the prickly pear, you notice that it is rather bumpy underfoot, and only a certain regularity in the bumps tellsyou that you are walking over skeletons.当你穿行在这样的城镇——其居民20万中至少有2万是除开一身聊以蔽体的破衣烂衫之外完全一无所有——当你看到那些人是如何生活，又如何轻易地死去时，你永远难以相信自己是行走在人类之中。
实际上，这是所有的殖民帝国赖以建立的基础。
这里的人都有一张褐色的脸，而且，人数如此之多！他们真的和你一样同属人类吗？难道他们也会有名有姓吗？也许他们只是像彼此之间难以区分的蜜蜂或珊瑚虫一样的东西。
谁也不会注意到他们的离去。
就是那些小坟丘本身也过不了很久便会变成平地。
有时当你外出散步，穿过仙人掌丛时，你会感觉到地上有些绊脚的东西，只有这些有规则的突起的土包才会告诉你，你正踩在死人骷髅上。
4 I was feeding one of the gazelles in the public gardens.我正在公园里给其中一只瞪羚喂食。
5 Gazelles are almost the only animals that look good to eat when they are still alive, in fact, one can hardly look at their hindquarters without thinking of a mint sauce. The gazelle I was feeding seemed to know thatthis thought was in my mind, for though it took the piece of bread I was holding out it obviously did not like me. It nibbled nibbled rapidly at the bread, then lowered its head and tried to butt me, then took another nibble and then butted again. Probably its idea was that if it could drive me awaythe bread would somehow remain hanging in mid-air.动物中也恐怕只有瞪羚还活着时就让人觉得是美味佳肴。
事实上，人们只要看到它们那两条后腿就会联想到薄荷酱。
我现在喂着的这只瞪羚好象已经看透了我的心思。
它虽然叼走了我拿在手上的一块面包，但显然不喜欢我这个人。
它一面啃食着面包，一面头一低向我顶过来，再啃一下面包又顶过来一次。
它大概还因为把我赶开之后那块面包仍会悬在空中。
6 An Arab navvy working on the path nearby lowered his heavy hoe and sidled slowly towards us. He looked from the gazelle to the bread and from the bread to the gazelle, with a sort of quiet amazement, as though he had never seen anything quite like this before. Finally he said shyly in French: "1 could eat some of that bread."一个正在附近小道上干活的阿拉伯挖土工放下笨重的锄头，羞怯地侧着身子慢慢朝我们走过来。
他把目光从瞪羚身上移向面包，又从面包转回到瞪羚身上，带着一点惊讶的神色，似乎以前从未见过这种情景。
终于，他怯生生的用法语说道：“那面包让我吃一点吧。
”7 I tore off a piece and he stowed it gratefully in some secret placeunder his rags. This man is an employee of the municipality.我撕下一块面包，他感激地把面包放进破衣裳贴身的地方。
这人是市政当局的雇工。
8 When you go through the Jewish Quarters you gather some idea of what the medieval ghettoes were probably like. Under their MoorishMoorish rulers the Jews were only allowed to own land in certain restricted areas, and after centuries of this kind of treatment they have ceased to bother about overcrowding. Many of the streets are a good deal less thansix feet wide, the houses are completely windowless, and sore-eyed children cluster everywhere in unbelievable numbers, like clouds of flies. Down the centre of the street there is generally running a little river of urine.当你走过这儿的犹太人聚居区时，你就会知道中世纪犹太人区大概是个什么样子。