经典科幻文学:《宇宙尽头的餐馆》第17章2

In a small room in one of the arms of the Restaurant complex a tall, thin, gangling figure pulled aside a curtain and oblivion looked him in the face.
It was not a pretty face, perhaps because oblivion had looked him in it so many times. It was too long for a start, the eyes too sunken and too hooded, the cheeks too hollow, his lips were too thin and too long, and when they parted his teeth looked too much like a recently polished bay window. The hands that held the curtain were long and thin too: they were also cold. They lay lightly along the folds of the curtain and gave the impression that if he didn’t watch them like a hawk they would crawl away of their own accord and do something unspeakable in a corner.
He let the curtain drop and the terrible light that had played on his features went off to play somewhere more healthy. He prowled around his small chamber like a mantis contemplating an evening’s preying, finally settling on a rickety chair by a trestle table, where he leafed through a few sheets of jokes.
A bell rang.
He pushed the thin sheaf of papers aside and stood up. His hands brushed limply over some of the one million rainbow-coloured sequins with which his jacket was festooned, and he was gone through the door.
In the Restaurant the lights dimmed, the band quickened its pace, a single spotlight stabbed down into the darkness of the stairway that led up to the centre of the stage.
Up the stairs bounded a tall brilliantly coloured figure. He burst on to the stage, tripped lightly up to the microphone, removed it from its stand with one swoop of his long thin hand and stood for a moment bowing left and right to the audience acknowledging their applause and displaying to them his bay window. He waved to his particular friends in the audience even though there weren’t any there, and waited for the applause to die down.
He held up his hand and smiled a smile that stretched not merely from ear to ear, but seemed to extend some way beyond the mere confines of his face.
“Thank you ladies and gentlemen!” he cried, “thank you very much. Thank you so much.”
He eyed them with a twinkling eye.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” he said, “The Universe as we know it has now been in existence for over one hundred and seventy thousand million billion years and will be ending in a little over half an hour. So, welcome one and all to Milliways, the Restaurant at the End of the Universe!”
With a gesture he deftly conjured another round of spontaneous applause. With another gesture he cut it.
“I am your host for tonight,” he said, “my name is Max Quordlepleen…” (Everybody knew this, his act was famous throughout the known Galaxy, but he said it for the fresh applause it generated, which he acknowledged with a disclaiming smile and wave.) “… and I’ve just come straight from the very very other end of time, where I’ve been hosting a show at the Big Bang Burger Bar where I can tell you we had a very exciting evening ladies and gentlemen and I will be with you right through this historic occasion, the End of History itself!”
Another burst of applause died away quickly as the lights dimmed down further. On every table candles ignited themselves spontaneously, eliciting a slight gasp from all the diners and wreathing them in a thousand tiny flickering lights and a million intimate shadows. A tremor of excitement thrilled through the darkened Restaurant as the vast golden dome above them began very very slowly to dim, to darken, to fade.
Max’s voice was hushed as he continued.
“So, ladies and gentlemen,” he breathed, “the candles are lit, the band plays softly, and as the force-shielded dome above us fades into transparency, revealing a dark and sullen sky hung heavy with the ancient light of livid swollen stars, I can see we’re all in for a fabulous evening’s apocalypse!”
Even the soft tootling of the band faded away as stunned shock descended on all those who had not seen this sight before.
A monstrous, grisly light poured in on them,
a hideous light,
a boiling, pestilential light,
a light that would have disfigured hell.
The Universe was coming to an end.

在这家上的一间小屋子里，一个四肢细长的瘦高个拉开一块窗帘，映在脸上的是一片虚无和湮没。
这张脸算不上漂亮，也许是由于虚无和湮没映在它上面的次数太多了。首先，它太长了，眼睛太凹，崩骨太突出，脸颊太过深，他的嘴唇太薄也太长，当它们分开时，他的牙齿看上去像极了刚刚擦拭过的凸窗。抓住窗帘的手同样长而细，并且冰凉。这只手轻轻压在窗帘的皱褶上，给人这样一种印象：如果他不是像老鹰那样看管着它们的话，它们就会自发地缓缓爬走，到一个角落里做出一些可怕得无法形容的事情来：
他让窗帘落下来，于是，照在他脸上的那些可怕的光消失了，跑去照在别的什么更健康的地方，他在这间小屋子里来回转悠，像一只正在考虑晚餐猎获物的螳螂最后，他终于在一张支架搁板桌旁的一把晃晃悠悠的椅子上坐下来，翻看起几页笑话来。
铃声响了。
他把几页纸推到一边，站起身来；他用手轻轻掸了掸装饰在他央克上的那些色彩斑斓的小金属片，然后走出门去，
餐馆里，灯光昏暗下来，乐队加快了节奏。一束锥光射下来，打破通往舞台中心的台阶上的黑暗。
一个浑身五颜六色的高个子跳上台阶。他冲上舞台，轻快地移动到麦克风前，用他细长的手猛地一把抓起麦克风，然后在原地站了一会儿，向台下的观众左右鞠躬，答谢他们的掌声，同时也展示着他的凸窗板牙，他朝观众中间他的某些特别的朋友们挥手致意，即使那里其实并没有这样的朋友，他在等待掌声平息。
他继续举着手，笑了笑，这笑容不仅从耳朵延伸到耳朵，看上去甚至超出了整张脸的范围。
“谢谢，女士们、先生们！”他喊道，“非常感谢。真是太感谢了！”
他冲他们眨了下眼睛。
“女士们、先生们，”他说，“宇宙，如我们所知，已经存在了超过十七万个百万个十亿年，它即将在半个多小时内终结。所以，欢迎你们中的每一位以及全体来到‘天尽头’，宇宙尽头的餐馆！”
用一个手势，他巧妙地唤起了叉一轮自发的掌声：而用另一个手势，他终止了掌声，
“我是你们今晚的主持人，”他说，“我叫马克斯，科沃尔德勒普兰。”——所有人都知道这个名字，他的表演在整个已知银河系都非常出名，但他还是要说出这个名字，为的是激起新一轮掌声－－而他则用一种否认的微笑和挥手致意来答谢：“我刚从时间的另一端直接赶过来，我在那儿主持了一场在‘创世大爆炸汉堡包餐吧’的表演——我可以告诉你们，我们在那儿度过了一个非常令人兴奋的夜晚。女士们、先生们——而现在，我将和你们一起度过这一历史性的时刻，那就是，历史本身的终结！”
爆发出的又一阵掌声很快就平息下去，因为灯光变得更加黯淡了。在每张餐桌上，蜡烛自己燃起来，这引来了所有用餐者的轻微喘息声－－并将他们笼罩在微微闪烁着的烛光以及无数隐隐约约的暗影巾上方的巨大金色穹顶开始非常缓慢地黯淡下来，逐渐褪色时，一阵兴奋的震颤席卷了整个昏暗的餐馆。
马克斯的声音再次响起，显得一片肃静。

“女士们，先生们，”他换了口气说，“蜡烛点燃了，乐队发出轻柔的音响，我们上方的防护盾穹顶变成透明，显露出灰暗阴沉的天空。天空上布满逐渐膨胀的恒星发出的来自远卉的光芒。我可以看到－－我们所有人都在准备迎接一个不可思议的夜晚带来的启示！”
极度震撼的冲击降临在所有以前没有见识过这种场面的人身上，这时，连乐队发出的轻柔音响都消失了，
一道强烈而可怕的光倾筲进来，洒在人们身上。
一道令人惊骇的光。
一道炽热而危险的光。
一道甚至会摧毁地狱的光。
宇宙正在步人尽头！