阿甘正传(英文版)-第7章

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was　jus　playin　along　with　them。



it　was　the　strangest　thing。　jenny　was　singin　〃blowin　in　the　wind〃　an　when　i　begun　to　play；

she　stopped　for　a　secont；　an　the　banjo　player；　he　stopped　too；　an　they　get　this　very　suprised　looks

on　they　faces；　an　then　jenny　give　a　big　grin　an　she　mence　to　pick　up　the　song　again；　an　the

banjo　player；　he　stop　an　give　me　a　chance　to　ride　my　harmonica　for　a　wile；　an　everbody　in　the

crowd　begun　to　clap　an　cheer　when　i　was　done。　jenny　e　down　from　the　stage　after　that　an　the

band　take　a　break　an　she　say；　〃forrest；　what　in　the　world？　where　you　learn　to　play　that　thing？〃

anyhow；　after　that；　jenny　got　me　to　play　with　their　band。　it　was　ever　friday；　an　when　there　wasn'；t

an　out　of　town　game；　i　made　twenty…five　bucks　a　night。　it　were　jus　like　heaven　till　i　foun　out

jenny　curran　been　screwin　the　banjo　player。



unfortunately；　it　was　not　goin　so　good　in　english　class。　mister　boone　had　called　me　in　bout

a　week　or　so　after　he　read　my　autobiography　to　the　class　and　he　say；　〃mister　gump；　i　believe　it　is

time　for　you　to　stop　tryin　to　be　amusin　and　start　gettin　serious。〃　he　han　me　back　an　assignment　i

had　writ　on　the　poet　wordsworth。



〃the　romantic　period；〃　he　say；　〃did　not　follow　a　bunch　of　'；classic　bullshit。'；　nor　were　the

poets　pope　and　dryden　a　couple　of　'；turds。'；　〃



he　tell　me　to　do　the　thing　over　again；　an　i'；m　beginnin　to　realize　mister　boone　don'；t



　



understand　i'；m　a　idiot；　but　he　was　bout　to　find　out。



meantime；　somebody　must　of　said　somethin　to　somebody；　cause　one　day　my　guidance

counselor　at　the　atheletic　department　call　me　in　an　tells　me　i'；m　excused　from　other　classes　an　to

report　the　next　mornin　to　a　doctor　mills　at　the　university　medical　center。　bright　an　early　i　go

over　there　an　doctor　mills　got　a　big　stack　of　papers　in　front　of　him；　lookin　through　them；　an　he

tell　me　to　sit　down　and　start　axin　me　questions。　when　he　finished；　he　tell　me　to　take　off　my

clothes—　all　but　my　undershorts；　which　i　breathed　easier　after　hearin　cause　of　what　happen　the

last　time　with　the　army　doctors—　an　he　menced　to　studyin　me　real　hard；　lookin　in　my　eyes　an

all；　an　bongin　me　on　the　kneecaps　with　a　little　rubber　hammer。



afterward；　doctor　mills　axed　if　i　would　mine　in　back　that　afternoon　an　axed　if　i　would

bring　my　harmonica　with　me；　cause　he　had　heard　bout　it；　an　would　i　mine　playin　a　tune　for　one　of

his　medical　classes？　i　said　i　would；　although　it　seemed　peculiar；　even　to　somebody　dumb　as　me。



they　was　about　a　hundrit　people　in　the　medical　class　all　wearin　green　aprons　an　takin　notes。

doctor　mills　put　me　up　on　the　stage　in　a　chair　with　a　pitcher　an　a　glass　of　water　in　front　of　me。



he'；s　sayin　a　whole　bunch　of　crap　i　don'；t　follow；　but　after　a　wile　i　get　the　feelin　he'；s　talkin

bout　me。



〃idiot　savant；〃　he　say　loudly；　an　everbody　be　starin　my　way。



〃a　person　who　cannot　tie　a　necktie；　who　can　barely　lace　up　his　shoes；　who　has　the　mental

capacity　of　perhaps　a　six…to　ten…year…old；　and—　in　this　case—　the　body　of；　well；　an　adonis。〃

doctor　mills　be　smilin　at　me　in　a　way　i　don'；t　like；　but　i'；m　stuck；　i　guess。



〃but　the　mind；〃　he　says；　〃the　mind　of　the　idiot　savant　has　rare　pockets　of　brilliance；　so　that

forrest　here　can　solve　advanced　mathematical　equations　that　would　stump　any　of　you；　and　he　can

pick　up　plex　musical　themes　with　the　ease　of　liszt　or　beethoven。　idiot　savant；〃　he　says　again；

sweepin　his　han　in　my　direction。



i　ain'；t　sure　what　i'；m　sposed　to　do；　but　he　had　said　for　me　to　play　somethin；　so　i　pull　out　the

harmonica　an　start　playin　〃puff；　the　magic　dragon。〃　everbody　settin　there　watchin　me　like　i'；m　a

bug　or　somethin；　an　when　the　song'；s　over　they　still　jus　settin　there　lookin　at　me—　don'；t　even　clap

or　nothin。　i　figgered　they　don'；t　like　it；　so　i　stood　up　an　said；　〃thanks；〃　an　i　lef。　shit　on　them

people。



they　is　only　two　more　things　the　rest　of　that　school　term　that　was　even　halfway　important。

the　first　was　when　we　won　the　national　college　football　championship　an　went　to　the　orange

bowl；　an　the　second　was　when　i　found　out　jenny　curran　was　screwin　the　banjo　player。



it　was　the　night　we　was　sposed　to　play　at　a　fraternity　house　party　at　the　university。　we　had

had　a　terribily　hard　practice　that　afternoon；　an　i　was　so　thirsty　i　coulda　drank　out　of　the　toilet　like

a　dog。　but　they　was　this　little　stow　five　or　six　blocks　from　the　ape　dorm　an　after　practice　i

walked　on　up　there　fixin　to　git　me　some　limes　and　some　sugar　an　fix　me　a　limeade　like　my　mama

used　to　make　for　me。　they　is　a　ole　cross…eyed　woman　behin　the　counter　an　she　look　at　me　like　i'；m

a　holdup　man　or　somethin。　i'；m　lookin　for　the　limes　an　after　a　wile　she　says；　〃kin　i　hep　you？〃　an　i

says；　〃i　want　some　limes；〃　an　she　tells　me　they　ain'；t　got　no　limes。　so　i　axed　her　if　they　got　any

lemons；　cause　i'；s　thinkin　a　lemonade　would　do；　but　they　ain'；t　got　none　of　them　either；　or　oranges

or　nothin。　it　ain'；t　that　kind　of　stow。　i　musta　look　aroun　maybe　an　hour　or　mo；　an　the　woman　be

gettin　nervous；　an　finally　she　say；　〃ain'；t　you　gonna　buy　nothin？〃　so　i　get　a　can　of　peaches　off　the

shef；　an　some　sugar；　thinkin　if　i　can'；t　have　anythin　else　i　can　maybe　make　me　a　peachade—　or

somethin；　i　bout　dyin　of　thirst。　when　i　git　back　to　my　basement　i　open　the　can　with　a　knife　an

squash　the　peaches　up　inside　one　of　my　socks　an　strain　it　into　a　jar。　then　i　put　in　some　water　an

sugar　an　get　it　stirred　up；　but　i'；ll　tell　you　what—　it　don'；t　taste　nothin　like　a　limeade—　matter　of

fact；　it　taste　more　than　anythin　else　like　hot　socks。



　



anyhow；　i　sposed　to　be　at　the　fraternity　house　at　seven　o'；clock　an　when　i　get　there　some　of

the　fellers　is　settin　up　the　stuff　an　all；　but　jenny　and　the　banjo　guy　are　nowhere　to　be　found。　i

assed　aroun　for　a　wile；　an　then　i　went　out　to　get　mysef　some　fresh　air　in　the　parkin　lot。　i　saw

jenny'；s　car；　an　thought　maybe　she　just　get　here。



all　the　winders　in　the　car　is　steamed　up；　so'；s　you　can'；t　see　inside。　well；　all　of　a　sudden　i

think　maybe　she'；s　in　there　an　can'；t　git　out；　an　maybe　gettin　that　exhaust　poison　or　somethin；　so　i

open　the　door　an　look　in。　when　i　do；　the　light　e　on。



there　she　is；　lying　on　the　back　seat；　the　top　of　her　dress　pulled　down　an　the　bottom　pulled

up。　banjo　player　there　too；　on　top　of　her。　jenny　seen　me　an　start　screamin　an　flailin　jus　like　she

done　in　the　pitcher　show；　an　it　suddenly　occur　to　me　that　maybe　she　bein　molested；　so'；s　i　grapped

the　banjo　player　by　his　shirt；　which　was　all　he'；s　got　on　anyhow；　an　snatched　his　ass　off　her。



well；　it　did　not　take　no　idiot　to　figger　out　that　i　gone　an　done　the　wrong　thing　again。　jesus

christ；　you　can'；t　imagine　such　carryin　on。　he　cussin　me；　she　cussin　me　an　tryin　to　git　her　dress

pulled　up　an　down；　an　finally　jenny　say；　〃oh　forrest—　how　could　you！〃　an　walk　off。　banjo　player

pick　up　his　banjo　an　leave　too。



anyhow；　after　that；　it　were　apparent　i　was　not　wele　to　play　in　the　little　band　no　more；　an

i　went　on　back　to　the　basement。　i　still　couldn'；t　understan　exactly　what　had　been　goin　on；　but　later

that　night　bubba　seen　my　light　on　an　he　stop　down　an　when　i　tell　him　bout　the　thing；　he　say；

〃good　grief；　forrest；　them　people　was　makin　love！〃　well；　i　reckon　i　might　have　figgered　that　out

mysef；　but　to　be　honest；　it　was　not　somethin　i　wanted　to　know。　sometimes；　however；　a　man　got　to

look　at　the　facts。



it　is　probly　a　good　thing　i　was　kep　busy　playin　football；　cause　it　was　such　a　awful　feelin；

realizin　jenny　was　doin　that　with　the　banjo　player；　an　that　she　probly　hadn'；t　even　a　thought　bout

me　in　that　regard。　but　by　this　time　we　was　undefeated　the　entire　season　an　was　goin　to　play　for

the　national　championship　at　the　orange　bowl　against　them　corn　shuckers　from　nebraska。　it　was

always　a　big　thing　when　we　played　a　team　from　up　north　cause　for　sure　they　would　have　colored

on　their　side；　an　that　be　a　reason　for　a　lot　of　consternation　from　some　of　the　guys—　like　my　exroomate

curtis；　for　example—　altho　i　never　worried　bout　it　mysef；　on　account　of　most　of　the

colored　i　ever　met　be　nicer　to　me　than　white　people。



anyhow；　we　gone　on　down　to　the　orange　bowl　in　miami；　an　e　game　time；　we　is　some

kind　of　stirred　up。　coach　bryant　e　in　the　locker　room　an　don'；t　say　much；　cept　that　if　we　want

to　win；　we　got　to　play　hard；　or　somesuch；　an　then　we　be　out　on　the　field　an　they　kicked　off　to　us。

the　ball　e　directly　to　me　an　i　grap　it　outta　the　air　an　run　straight　into　a　pile　of　nebraska　corn

shucker　niggers　an　big　ole　white　boys　that　weigh　about　500　pounds　apiece。



it　were　that　way　the　whole　afternoon。　at　halftime；　they　was　ahead　28　to　7　an　we　was　a

forelorn　an　sorry　lot　of　guys。　coach　bryant　e　into　the　dressing　room　an　he　be　shakin　his　head

like　he　expected　all　along　that　we　was　goin　to　let　him　down。　then　he　start　drawin　on　the　chalk

board　and　talkin　to　snake；　the　quarterback；　an　some　of　the　others；　an　then　he　ca