gs.earthabides-第41部分
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Present and absent； twelve adults！ He still had difficulty in realizing that there was no vast reservoir of humanity from which to draw。
Half a dozen children were interspersed among the adults or circled around restlessly on the outside of the circle。 Instead of going to help with the bonfire； these few had kept with the adults…half…bored； and yet apparently thinking that such a large gathering of their elders was important and should be watched。 Ish let his attention shift to them； speculatively。 Sometimes they listened to what the older people were saying； and sometimes they merely poked each other or scuffled。 Yet； in them； careless as they seemed； rested the hope。 The older people could probably slide along on the present arrangements as long as they lived； but the children might have to adapt。 Could any of them supply the spark？
And now； as he began to focus on the children； Ish saw that one of them was not scuffling with any other； but was sitting there； steadily listening to what the older ones were saying； his big eyes glancing back and forth with a bright glow of intelligence and interest。 This was Joey。
No sooner had Ish's eyes focused for a moment upon Joey； than Joey's alertly wandering glance noticed the attention his father was giving him。 He squirmed with delight； and his face broke into the all…embracing grin of a nine…year…old。 Upon the impulse of the moment； Ish winked slyly at his youngest son。 Joey's grin could scarcely have bee any broader than it was； but in some way it seemed to spread。 Ish caught the flutter of an eyelid in return。 Then； not to embarrass Joey； Ish turned his glance elsewhere。
There was a slow argument going on among George and Ezra and the boys。 Ish had heard it all before； and was not enough interested to participate or even to listen to all of it。
〃One of them things don't weigh more'n four hundred pounds anyway； I think；〃 George was saying。
〃Yes； maybe；〃 Jack replied。 〃But just the same； that's a lot to lug up here。〃
〃Aw； that's not so much！〃 said Ralph； who was heavy…set and powerful； and liked to show off his strength。
And so； thought Ish； the argument would go on； as he had heard it often before； about whether it was possible to get a gas…refrigerator somewhere； and set it up； and supply it with still charged tanks of pressurized gas； and so have ice again。 Yet； in the end； nothing would be done； not because the project was impossible or even inordinately difficult； but merely because everybody was fairly well contented with things as they were； and in a region of notably cool summers there was no great drive which led anyone to want to have ice。 Yet； in a vague way； the old argument disturbed him。
He let his gaze shift back to Joey。 Joey was small； even for his age。 Ish enjoyed watching the little boy's face； the quick way in which his eyes shifted from one speaker to another； never missing a point。 In fact； Ish could see that Joey often picked up the point of a sentence； even before the speaker arrived at the end of it； especially with a slow speaker； like old George。 This must be； Ish reflected； a tremendous day for Joey。 A year had actually been named after him； the Year When Joey Read。 No other child had ever had any such honor as that。 Perhaps it was even such a distinction as to be bad for him。 Yet； the idea had e spontaneously from the other children； a tribute to sheer intellect。
The languid argument was still going on。 George was talking now：
〃No； there shouldn't be no great trick to connecting up the pipes。〃
〃But； George；〃 this voice was Ezra's with its quicker tempo and faint tone of Yorkshire still noticeable after all these years； 〃has gas…pressure kept up in those tanks of pressed gas？ I should think； p'raps； after all this time 。。。。。。
Ezra's voice trailed off that moment at a sudden rumpus between two of the children。 Weston； Ezra's own twelve…year…old son； was engaged in a punching contest with Betty； his half…sister。
〃Stop it； Weston；〃 Ezra snapped out。 〃Stop it； I say； or I'll warm your pants for you！〃
The threat did not carry conviction； and as far as Ish could remember； he had never seen the easygoing Ezra punish a child。 Nevertheless； at the paternal order the scuffle subsided with no more than the conventional protest from Weston； 〃Aw； Betty started it！〃
〃Yes； but what do you want ice for anyway； George？〃 This was Ralph speaking。 It was a natural and never…failing phase of the argument。 The boys； who had never known what it was to have ice； had no urge to make them go to the work of obtaining it。
Ish was thinking to himself that George had been asked that question a great many times in the course of this argument before。 He really should have had his answer ready； but George was not a quick thinker and was not a man to be hurried。 He shifted his tongue in his mouth； shaping words before he actually set out to reply； and in the pause Ish again watched Joey。 The little boy's glance moved quickly from the hesitant George to Ezra and to Jack； as if to see how those others were taking the pause； then Joey's eyes sought his father's again。 All at once there was a quick radeship and sense of understanding in the glance。 Joey seemed to be saying that either his father or he would find an answer quickly and not hesitate as George was doing。
Then something exploded inside Ish's brain。 He did not hear the words that at last began to unroll slowly from George's mouth。
〃Joey！〃 Ish was thinking…and the name seemed to reverberate all through his consciousness。 〃Joey！ He is the one！〃
〃Thou knowest not；〃 Koheleth wrote in his wisdom； 〃how the bones do grow in the womb of her that is with child。〃 And though the centuries have passed since Koheleth looked upon all things and found them fickle as wind； yet still we know little of what goes to the making of a man…least surely of all； why usually there issue forth only those who see what is； and why rarely； now and then； there es forth among them the chosen one； Child of the Blessing； who sees not what is； but sees what is not； and seeing thus what is not； imagines also what may be。 Yet without this rare one all men are as beasts。
First in the dark depths and the flooding； those unlike halves must meet that carry within them each the perfect half of genius。 But that is not all！ Also the child must be born to the world in fitting time and place； fulfilling its need。 But even that is not all。 Also the child must live； in a world where death walks daily。
When each year children are born in millions； now and then the infinitesimal chance will happen； and there will be greatness and vision。 But how will it be； if the people are broken and scattered； and the children only a few？
Then； almost without knowing what had happened； Ish found himself on his feet。 He was talking。 In fact； he was making a speech。 〃Look here；〃 he was saying； 〃we've got to do something about all this。 We've waited long enough！〃
As he stood there； he was only in his own living…room； and he was talking only to the few people who were there。 He knew that they were only a few； and yet it seemed to him not so much as if he were talking just to these few in this little room； but rather that he was in some great amphitheater and talking to a whole nation or to all the people of the world。
〃This has got to stop！〃 he said。 〃We mustn't go on living forever just in this happy way； scavenging among all the supplies that the Old Times left here for us； not creating or doing anything for ourselves。 These things will an give out some day…if not in our years； in our children's； or grandchildren's。 What will happen then？ What will they do when they won't know how to produce more things？ Food； they can get； I suppose…there will still be cattle and rabbits。 But what about all the more plicated things we enjoy？ What； even； about building fires after the matches have all been used； or spoiled？〃
He paused； and looked around again。 They all seemed pleased； and seemed to be agreeing with him。 Joey's face was transcendent with excitement。
〃That refrigerator you were talking about just now； a of you！〃 Ish went on。 〃That's an example
