阿甘正传(英文版)-第1章

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阿甘正传（英文版）1

小？说网

let　me　say　this：　bein　a　idiot　is　no　box　of　chocolates。　people　laugh；　lose

patience；　treat　you　shabby。　now　they　says　folks　sposed　to　be　kind　to　the　afflicted；　but　let　me　tell

you—　it　ain'；t　always　that　way。　even　so；　i　got　no　plaints；　cause　i　reckon　i　done　live　a　pretty

interestin　life；　so　to　speak。



i　been　a　idiot　since　i　was　born。　my　iq　is　near　70；　which　qualifies　me；　so　they　say。　probly；

tho；　i'；m　closer　to　bein　a　imbecile　or　maybe　even　a　moron；　but　personally；　i'；d　rather　think　of　mysef

as　like　a　halfwit；　or　somethin—　an　not　no　idiot—　cause　when　people　think　of　a　idiot；　more'；n　likely

they　be　thinkin　of　one　of　them　mongolian　idiots—　the　ones　with　they　eyes　too　close　together　what

look　like　chinamen　an　drool　a　lot　an　play　with　theyselfs。



now　i'；m　slow—　i'；ll　grant　you　that；　but　i'；m　probly　a　lot　brighter　than　folks　think；　cause　what

goes　on　in　my　mind　is　a　sight　different　than　what　folks　see。　for　instance；　i　can　think　things　pretty

good；　but　when　i　got　to　try　sayin　or　writin　them；　it　kinda　e　out　like　jello　or　somethin。　i'；ll　show

you　what　i　mean。



the　other　day；　i'；m　walkin　down　the　street　an　this　man　was　out　workin　in　his　yard。　he'；d　got

hissef　a　bunch　of　shrubs　to　plant　an　he　say　to　me；　〃forrest；　you　wanna　earn　some　money？〃　an　i

says；　〃uh…huh；〃　an　so　he　sets　me　to　movin　dirt。　damn　near　ten　or　twelve　wheelbarrows　of　dirt；　in

the　heat　of　the　day；　truckin　it　all　over　creation。　when　i'；m　thru　he　reach　in　his　pocket　for　a　dollar。

what　i　shoulda　done　was　raised　cain　about　the　low　wages；　but　instead；　i　took　the　damn　dollar　an

all　i　could　say　was　〃thanks〃　or　somethin　dumb…soundin　like　that；　an　i　went　on　down　the　street；

waddin　an　unwaddin　that　dollar　in　my　hand；　feelin　like　a　idiot。



you　see　what　i　mean？



now　i　know　somethin　bout　idiots。　probly　the　only　thing　i　do　know　bout；　but　i　done　read　up

on　em—　all　the　way　from　that　doy…chee…eveskie　guy'；s　idiot；　to　king　lear'；s　fool；　an　faulkner'；s

idiot；　benjie；　an　even　ole　boo　radley　in　to　kill　a　mockingbird—　now　he　was　a　serious　idiot。　the

one　i　like　best　tho　is　ole　lennie　in　of　mice　an　men。　mos　of　them　writer　fellers　got　it　straight—

cause　their　idiots　always　smarter　than　people　give　em　credit　for。　hell；　i'；d　agree　with　that。　any

idiot　would。　hee　hee。



when　i　was　born；　my　mama　name　me　forrest；　cause　of　general　nathan　bedford　forrest　who

fought　in　the　civil　war。　mama　always　said　we　was　kin　to　general　forrest'；s　fambly　someways。

an　he　was　a　great　man；　she　say；　cept'；n　he　started　up　the　ku　klux　klan　after　the　war　was　over　an

even　my　grandmama　say　they'；s　a　bunch　of　no…goods。　which　i　would　tend　to　agree　with；　cause

down　here；　the　grand　exalted　pishposh；　or　whatever　he　calls　hissef；　he　operate　a　gun　store　in

town　an　once；　when　i　was　maybe　twelve　year　ole；　i　were　walkin　by　there　and　lookin　in　the　winder

an　he　got　a　big　hangman'；s　noose　strung　up　inside。　when　he　seen　me　watchin；　he　done　thowed　it

around　his　own　neck　an　jerk　it　up　like　he　was　hanged　an　let　his　tongue　stick　out　an　all　so'；s　to　scare

me。　i　done　run　off　and　hid　in　a　parkin　lot　behin　some　cars　til　somebody　call　the　police　an　they

e　an　take　me　home　to　my　mama。　so　whatever　else　ole　general　forrest　done；　startin　up　that

klan　thing　was　not　a　good　idea—　any　idiot　could　tell　you　that。　nonetheless；　that'；s　how　i　got　my

name。



my　mama　is　a　real　fine　person。　everbody　says　that。　my　daddy；　he　got　kilt　just　after　i'；s　born；

so　i　never　known　him。　he　worked　down　to　the　docks　as　a　longshoreman　an　one　day　a　crane　was

takin　a　big　net　load　of　bananas　off　one　of　them　united　fruit　pany　boats　an　somethin　broke　an

the　bananas　fell　down　on　my　daddy　an　squashed　him　flat　as　a　pancake。　one　time　i　heard　some

men　talkin　bout　the　accident—　say　it　was　a　helluva　mess；　half　ton　of　all　them　bananas　an　my

daddy　squished　underneath。　i　don'；t　care　for　bananas　much　myself；　cept　for　banana　puddin。　i　like

that　all　right。



my　mama　got　a　little　pension　from　the　united　fruit　people　an　she　took　in　boarders　at　our

house；　so　we　got　by　okay。　when　i　was　little；　she　kep　me　inside　a　lot；　so　as　the　other　kids　wouldn'；t



　



bother　me。　in　the　summer　afternoons；　when　it　was　real　hot；　she　used　to　put　me　down　in　the

parlor　an　pull　the　shades　so　it　was　dark　an　cool　an　fix　me　a　pitcher　of　limeade。　then　she'；d　set

there　an　talk　to　me；　jus　talk　on　an　on　bout　nothin　in　particular；　like　a　person'；ll　talk　to　a　dog　or　cat；

but　i　got　used　to　it　an　liked　it　cause　her　voice　made　me　feel　real　safe　an　nice。



at　first；　when　i'；s　growin　up；　she'；d　let　me　go　out　an　play　with　everbody；　but　then　she　foun　out

they'；s　teasing　me　an　all；　an　one　day　a　boy　hit　me　in　the　back　with　a　stick　wile　they　was　chasin　me

an　it　raised　some　fearsome　welt。　after　that；　she　tole　me　not　to　play　with　them　boys　anymore。　i

started　tryin　to　play　with　the　girls　but　that　weren'；t　much　better；　cause　they　all　run　away　from　me。



mama　thought　it　would　be　good　for　me　to　go　to　the　public　school　cause　maybe　it　would　hep

me　to　be　like　everbody　else；　but　after　i　been　there　a　little　wile　they　e　an　told　mama　i　ought'；n

to　be　in　there　with　everbody　else。　they　let　me　finish　out　first　grade　tho。　sometimes　i'；d　set　there

wile　the　teacher　was　talkin　an　i　don'；t　know　what　was　going　on　in　my　mind；　but　i'；d　start　lookin　out

the　winder　at　the　birds　an　squirrels　an　things　that　was　climbin　an　settin　in　a　big　ole　oak　tree

outside；　an　then　the　teacher'；d　e　over　an　fuss　at　me。　sometimes；　i'；d　just　get　this　real　strange

thing　e　over　me　an　start　shoutin　an　all；　an　then　she'；d　make　me　go　out　an　set　on　a　bench　in　the

hall。　an　the　other　kids；　they'；d　never　play　with　me　or　nothin；　cept'；n　to　chase　me　or　get　me　to　start

hollerin　so'；s　they　could　laugh　at　me—　all　cept　jenny　curran；　who　at　least　didn'；t　run　away　from　me

an　sometimes　she'；d　let　me　walk　nex　to　her　goin　home　after　class。



but　the　next　year；　they　put　me　in　another　sort　of　school；　an　let　me　tell　you；　it　was　wierd。　it

was　like　they'；d　gone　aroun　collectin　all　the　funny　fellers　they　coud　find　an　put　em　all　together；

rangin　from　my　age　an　younger　to　big　ole　boys　bout　sixteen　or　seventeen。　they　was　retards　of　all

kinds　an　spasmos　an　kids　that　couldn'；t　even　eat　or　go　to　the　toilet　by　theyselfs。　i　was　probly　the

best　of　the　lot。



they　was　one　big　fat　boy；　musta　been　fourteen　or　so；　an　he　was　afflicted　with　some　kinda

thing　made　him　shake　like　he'；s　in　the　electric　chair　or　somethin。　miss　margaret；　our　teacher；　made

me　go　in　the　bathroom　with　him　when　he　had　to　go；　so'；s　he　wouldn'；t　do　nothin　wierd。　he　done　it

anyway；　tho。　i　didn'；t　know　no　way　of　stoppin　him；　so　i'；d　just　lock　mysef　in　one　of　the　stalls　and

stay　there　till　he'；s　thru；　an　walk　him　back　to　the　class。



i　stayed　in　that　school　for　about　five　or　six　years。　it　wadn'；t　all　bad　tho。　they'；d　let　us　paint

with　our　fingers　an　make　little　things；　but　mostly；　it　jus　teachin　us　how　to　do　stuff　like　tie　up　our

shoes　an　not　slobber　food　or　get　wild　an　yell　an　holler　an　thow　shit　aroun。　they　wadn'；t　no　book

learnin　to　speak　of—　cept　to　show　us　how　to　read　street　signs　an　things　like　the　difference　between

the　men'；s　an　the　ladies'；　rooms。　with　all　them　serious　nuts　in　there；　it　woulda　been　impossible　to

conduct　anythin　more'；n　that　anyway。　also；　i　think　it　was　for　the　purpose　of　keepin　us　out　of

everbody　else'；s　hair。　who　the　hell　wants　a　bunch　of　retards　runnin　aroun　loose？　even　i　could

understand　that。



when　i　got　to　be　thirteen；　some　pretty　unusual　things　begun　to　happen。　first　off；　i　started　to

grow。　i　grew　six　inches　in　six　months；　an　my　mama　was　all　the　time　havin　to　let　out　my　pants。

also；　i　menced　to　grow　out。　by　the　time　i　was　sixteen　i　was　six　foot　six　an　weighed　two

hundrit　forty…two　pounds。　i　know　that　cause　they　took　me　in　an　weighed　me。　said　they　jus

couldn'；t　believe　it。



what　happen　nex　caused　a　real　change　in　my　life。　one　day　i'；m　strollin　down　the　street　on　the

way　home　from　nut　school；　an　a　car　stop　longside　of　me。　this　guy　call　me　over　an　axed　my　name。

i　tole　him；　an　then　he　axed　what　school　i　go　to；　an　how　e　he　ain'；t　seen　me　aroun。　when　i　tell

him　bout　the　nut　school；　he　axed　if　i'；d　ever　played　football。　i　shook　my　head。　i　guess　i　mighta　tole

him　i'；d　seen　kids　playin　it；　but　they'；d　never　let　me　play。　but　like　i　said；　i　ain'；t　too　good　at　long

conversation；　an　so　i　jus　shook　my　head。　that　was　about　two　weeks　after　school　begun　again。



three　days　or　so　later；　they　e　an　got　me　outta　the　nut　school。　my　mama　was　there；　an　so

was　the　guy　in　the　car　an　two　other　people　what　look　like　goons—　who　i　guess　was　present　in　case



　



i　was　to　start　somethin。　they　took　all　the　stuff　outta　my　desk　an　put　it　in　a　brown　paper　bag

an　tole　me　to　say　goodbye　to　miss　margaret；　an　alls　of　a　sudden　she　mence　to　start　cryin　an

give　me　a　big　ole　hug。　then　i　got　to　say