欧亨利短篇小说《TheLastLeaf》(《最后一片常青藤叶》(10)

Sue found Behrman smelling strongly of juniper berries in his dimly lighted den below. In one corner was a blank canvas on an easel that had been waiting there for twenty-five years to receive the first line of the masterpiece. She told him of Johnsy"s fancy, and how she feared she would, indeed, light and fragile as a leaf herself, float away, when her slight hold upon the world grew weaker.
老贝尔曼是住在楼下底层的一个画家。他年纪六十开外，有一把像米开朗琪罗的摩西雕像上的胡子，从 萨蒂尔似的脑袋上顺着小鬼般的身体卷垂下来。贝尔曼在艺术界是个失意的人。他耍了四十年的 画笔，还是同 艺术女神隔有相当距离，连她的长袍的边缘都没有摸到。他老是说就要画一幅杰作，可是始终没有动手。除了偶尔涂抹了一些商业画或广告画之外，几年没有画过什么。他替“艺术区”里那些雇不起职业模特儿的青年艺术家充当模特儿，挣几个小钱，他喝杜松子酒总是过量，老是唠唠叨叨地谈着他未来的杰作。此外，他还是个暴躁的小老头儿，极端瞧不起别人的温情，却认为自己是保护楼上两个青年艺术家的看家恶狗。
苏在楼下那间灯光暗淡的小屋子里找到了酒气扑人的贝尔曼。角落里的画架上绷着一幅空白的画布，它在那儿静候杰作的落笔，已经有了二十五年。她把琼西的想法告诉了他，又说她多么担心，惟恐那个虚弱得像枯叶一般的琼 珊抓不住她同世界的微弱联系，真会撒手而去。
Old Behrman, with his red eyes plainly streaming, shouted his contempt and derision for such idiotic imagininga.
老贝尔曼的充血的眼睛老是迎风流泪，他对这种白痴般的想法大不以为然，连讽带刺地咆哮了一阵子。
"Vass!" he cried. "Is dere people in de world mit der foolishness to die because leafs dey drop off from a confounded vine? I haf not heard of such a thing. No, I will not bose as a model for your fool hermit-dunderhead. Vy do you allow dot silly pusiness to come in der brain of her? Ach, dot poor leetle Miss Yohnsy."