经典科幻文学:《宇宙尽头的餐馆》第17章4
“I think I’ll just have a green salad,” he muttered.
“May I urge you to consider my liver?” asked the animal, “it must be very rich and tender by now, I’ve been force-feeding myself for months.”
“A green salad,” said Arthur emphatically.
“A green salad?” said the animal, rolling his eyes disapprovingly at Arthur.
“Are you going to tell me,” said Arthur, “that I shouldn’t have green salad?”
“Well,” said the animal, “I know many vegetables that are very clear on that point. Which is why it was eventually decided to cut through the whole tangled problem and breed an animal that actually wanted to be eaten and was capable of saying so clearly and distinctly. And here I am.”
It managed a very slight bow.
“Glass of water please,” said Arthur.
“Look,” said Zaphod, “we want to eat, we don’t want to make a meal of the issues. Four rare steaks please, and hurry. We haven’t eaten in five hundred and seventy-six thousand million years.”
The animal staggered to its feet. It gave a mellow gurgle.
“A very wise choice, sir, if I may say so. Very good,” it said, “I’ll just nip off and shoot myself.”
He turned and gave a friendly wink to Arthur.
“Don’t worry, sir,” he said, “I’ll be very humane.”
It waddled unhurriedly off into the kitchen.
A matter of minutes later the waiter arrived with four huge steaming steaks. Zaphod and Ford wolfed straight into them without a second’s hesitation. Trillian paused, then shrugged and started into hers.
Arthur stared at his feeling slightly ill.
“Hey, Earthman,” said Zaphod with a malicious grin on the face that wasn’t stuffing itself, “what’s eating you?”
And the band played on.
All around the Restaurant people and things relaxed and chatted. The air was filled with talk of this and that, and with the mingled scents of exotic plants, extravagant foods and insidious wines. For an infinite number of miles in every direction the universal cataclysm was gathering to a stupefying climax. Glancing at his watch, Max returned to the stage with a flourish.
“我想我还是只点一份蔬菜沙拉好了。”他口中嘟哝到。
“我能请你考虑一下我的肝吗？”这动物说，“在现在这个阶段，它肯定营养丰富，而且非常嫩。我强迫自己超量进食已经好几十年了。”
“一份蔬菜沙拉！”阿瑟强谰说，
“一份蔬菜沙拉？”这动物问，一边转动着它的眼睛，不以为然地盯着阿瑟。
“难道你要告诉我，”阿瑟说，‘我不应该吃蔬菜吗？”
“哦，”这动物说，“我知道许多蔬菜确实不喜欢被人食，这些纠缠不清的问题，除非心甘情愿。先生，我就在这儿。”
它微微欠身，鞠了个躬。
“请给我来杯水。”阿瑟说。
‘你瞧，”赞福德说，“我们想吃东西，不想老在这里讨论点菜的事。请给我们来四份嫩内排，要快。我们已经有五十七万个百万年没有吃东西了。”
这动物摇摇晃晃地站起来，发出甜蟹的哼哼声。
“非常明智的选择。先生，如果我可以这样说的话。非常棒。”它说，“我赶快退下去，把我自己给射杀掉。”
它转过身，友善地冲时瑟眨了眨眼腈，
“别担心，先生，”它说，“会很地道的。”
它摇摇摆摆，不慌不忙地朝厨房走去。
几分钟过后，侍者端上来四份还冒着热气的巨大肉排。赞福谐和福特丝毫役有犹豫，径自狼吞虎咽地吃了起来。崔葡思愣了一下，然后耸耸肩，也开始吃起来。
阿瑟盯着自己那份，感到有点儿恶心。
“嘿！地球人，”赞福德说，“你怎么回事？舌头被人吃了？”
乐队继续演奏。
整个餐馆内，人们都放松了，聊着天；空气里充斥着这样那样的谈论，飘着由奇异的植物、奢侈的食物以及诱人的葡萄酒混合而成的气味。在无限延伸的每一个方向上，宇宙大灾难愈演愈烈，终于达到了高潮。马克斯瞟一眼手表，然后手舞足蹈地回到舞台。
