the complete writings-2-第48章

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is　nothing　certain　about　it；one　bough　that　gets　the　sun　will　be　better　than　another　that　does　not；　and　one　half　of　an　orange　will　fill　your　mouth　with　more　delicious　juices　than　the　other　half。

The　oranges　that　you　knock　off　with　your　stick；　as　you　walk　along　the　lanes；　don't　cost　anything；　but　they　are　always　sour；　as　I　think　the　girls　know　who　lean　over　the　wall；　and　look　on　with　a　smile：　and；　in　that；　they　are　more　sensible　than　the　lively　dogs　which　bark　at　you　from　the　top；　and　wake　all　the　neighborhood　with　their　clamor。　　I　have　no　doubt　the　oranges　have　a　market　price；　but　I　have　been　seeking　the　value　the　gardeners　set　on　them　themselves。　　As　I　walked　towards　the　heights；　the　other　morning；　and　passed　an　orchard；　the　gardener；　who　saw　my　ineffectual　efforts；　with　a　very　long　cane；　to　reach　the　boughs　of　a　tree；　came　down　to　me　with　a　basketful　he　had　been　picking。　　As　an　experiment　on　the　price；　I　offered　him　a　two…centime　piece；　which　is　a　sort　of　satire　on　the　very　name　of　money；when　he　desired　me　to　help　myself　to　as　many　oranges　as　I　liked。　　He　was　a　fine…looking　fellow；　with　a　spick…span　new　red　Phrygian　cap；　and　I　had　n't　the　heart　to　take　advantage　of　his　generosity；　especially　as　his　oranges　were　not　of　the　sweetest。　　One　ought　never　to　abuse　generosity。

Another　experience　was　of　a　different　sort；　and　illustrates　the　Italian　love　of　bargaining；　and　their　notion　of　a　sliding　scale　of　prices。　　One　of　our　expeditions　to　the　hills　was　one　day　making　its　long；　straggling　way　through　the　narrow　street　of　a　little　village　of　the　Piano；　when　I　lingered　behind　my　companions；　attracted　by　a　handcart　with　several　large　baskets　of　oranges。　　The　cart　stood　untended　in　the　street；　and　selecting　a　large　orange；　which　would　measure　twelve　inches　in　circumference；　I　turned　to　look　for　the　owner。　　After　some　time　a　fellow　got　from　the　open　front　of　the　neighboring　cobbler's　shop；　where　he　sat　with　his　lazy　cronies；　listening　to　the　honest　gossip　of　the　follower　of　St。　Crispin；　and　sauntered　towards　me。

〃How　much　for　this？〃　I　ask。

〃One　franc；　signor；〃　says　the　proprietor；　with　a　polite　bow；　holding　up　one　finger。

I　shake　my　head；　and　intimate　that　that　is　altogether　too　much；　in　fact；　preposterous。

The　proprietor　is　very　indifferent；　and　shrugs　his　shoulders　in　an　amiable　manner。　　He　picks　up　a　fair；　handsome　orange；　weighs　it　in　his　hand；　and　holds　it　up　temptingly。　　That　also　is　one；　franc。

I　suggest　one　sou　as　a　fair　price；　a　suggestion　which　he　only　receives　with　a　smile　of　slight　pity；　and；　I　fancy；　a　little　disdain。　A　woman　joins　him；　and　also　holds　up　this　and　that　gold…skinned　one　for　my　admiration。

As　I　stand；　sorting　over　the　fruit；　trying　to　please　myself　with　size；　color；　and　texture；　a　little　crowd　has　gathered　round；　and　I　see；　by　a　glance；　that　all　the　occupations　in　that　neighborhood；　including　loafing；　are　temporarily　suspended　to　witness　the　trade。　The　interest　of　the　circle　visibly　increases；　and　others　take　such　a　part　in　the　transaction　that　I　begin　to　doubt　if　the　first　man　is；　after　all；　the　proprietor。

At　length　I　select　two　oranges；　and　again　demand　the　price。　　There　is　a　little　consultation　and　jabber；　when　I　am　told　that　I　can　have　both　for　a　franc。　　I；　in　turn；　sigh；　shrug　my　shoulders；　and　put　down　the　oranges；　amid　a　chorus　of　exclamations　over　my　graspingness。　　My　offer　of　two　sous　is　met　with　ridicule；　but　not　with　indifference。　　I　can　see　that　it　has　made　a　sensation。　　These　simple；　idle　children　of　the　sun　begin　to　show　a　little　excitement。　　I　at　length　determine　upon　a　bold　stroke；　and　resolve　to　show　myself　the　Napoleon　of　oranges；　or　to　meet　my　Waterloo。　　I　pick　out　four　of　the　largest　oranges　in　the　basket；　while　all　eyes　are　fixed　on　me　intently；　and；　for　the　first　time；　pull　out　a　piece　of　money。　　It　is　a　two…sous　piece。　　I　offer　it　for　the　four　oranges。

〃No；　no；　no；　no；　signor！　　Ah；　signor！　　ah；　signor！〃　in　a　chorus　from　the　whole　crowd。

I　have　struck　bottom　at　last；　and　perhaps　got　somewhere　near　the　value；　and　all　calmness　is　gone。　　Such　protestations；　such　indignation；　such　sorrow；　I　have　never　seen　before　from　so　small　a　cause。　　It　cannot　be　thought　of；　it　is　mere　ruin！　　I　am；　in　turn；　as　firm；　and　nearly　as　excited　in　seeming。　　I　hold　up　the　fruit；　and　tender　the　money。

〃No；　never；　never！　　The　signor　cannot　be　in　earnest。〃

Looking　round　me　for　a　moment；　and　assuming　a　theatrical　manner；　befitting　the　gestures　of　those　about　me；　I　fling　the　fruit　down；　and；　with　a　sublime　renunciation；　stalk　away。

There　is　instantly　a　buzz　and　a　hum　that　rises　almost　to　a　clamor。　　I　have　not　proceeded　far；　when　a　skinny　old　woman　runs　after　me；　and　begs　me　to　return。　　I　go　back；　and　the　crowd　parts　to　receive　me。

The　proprietor　has　a　new　proposition；　the　effect　of　which　upon　me　is　intently　watched。　　He　proposes　to　give　me　five　big　oranges　for　four　sous。　　I　receive　it　with　utter　scorn；　and　a　laugh　of　derision。　　I　will　give　two　sous　for　the　original　four；　and　not　a　centesimo　more。　That　I　solemnly　say；　and　am　ready　to　depart。　　Hesitation　and　renewed　conference；　but　at　last　the　proprietor　relents；　and；　with　the　look　of　one　who　is　ruined　for　life；　and　who　yet　is　willing　to　sacrifice　himself；　he　hands　me　the　oranges。　　Instantly　the　excitement　is　dead；　the　crowd　disperses；　and　the　street　is　as　quiet　as　ever；　when　I　walk　away；　bearing　my　hard…won　treasures。

A　little　while　after；　as　I　sat　upon　the　outer　wall　of　the　terrace　of　the　Camaldoli；　with　my　feet　hanging　over；　these　same　oranges　were　taken　from　my　pockets　by　Americans；　so　that　I　am　prevented　from　making　any　moral　reflections　upon　the　honesty　of　the　Italians。

There　is　an　immense　garden　of　oranges　and　lemons　at　the　village　of　Massa；　through　which　travelers　are　shown　by　a　surly　fellow；　who　keeps　watch　of　his　trees；　and　has　a　bulldog　lurking　about　for　the　unwary。　I　hate　to　see　a　bulldog　in　a　fruit　orchard。　　I　have　eaten　a　good　many　oranges　there；　and　been　astonished　at　the　boughs　of　immense　lemons　which　bend　the　trees　to　the　ground。　　I　took　occasion　to　measure　one　of　the　lemons；　called　a　citron…lemon；　and　found　its　circumference　to　be　twenty…one　inches　one　way　by　fifteen　inches　the　other；about　as　big　as　a　railway　conductor's　lantern。　　These　lemons　are　not　so　sour　as　the　fellow　who　shows　them：　he　is　a　mercenary　dog；　and　his　prices　afford　me　no　clew　to　the　just　value　of　oranges。

I　like　better　to　go　to　a　little　garden　in　the　village　of　Meta；　under　a　sunny　precipice　of　rocks　overhung　by　the　ruined　convent　of　Camaldoli。　　I　turn　up　a　narrow　lane；　and　push　open　the　wooden　door　in　the　garden　of　a　little　villa。　　It　is　a　pretty　garden；　and；　besides　the　orange　and　lemon…trees　on　the　terrace；　it　has　other　fruit…trees；　and　a　scent　of　many　flowers。　　My　friend；　the　gardener；　is　sorting　oranges　from　one　basket　to　another；　on　a　green　bank；　and　evidently　selling　the　fruit　to　some　women；　who　are　putting　it　into　bags　to　carry　away。

When　he　sees　me　approach；　there　is　always　the　same　pantomime。　　I　propose　to　take　some　of　the　fruit　he　is　sorting。　　With　a　knowing　air；　and　an　appearance　of　great　mystery；　he　raises　his　left　hand；　the　palm　toward　me；　as　one　says　hush。　　Having　dispatched　his　business；　he　takes　an　empty　basket；　and　with　another　mysterious　flourish；　desiring　me　to　remain　quiet；　he　goes　to　a　storehouse　in　one　corner　of　the　garden；　and　returns　with　a　load　of　immense　oranges；　all　soaked　with　the　sun；　ripe　and　fragrant；　and　more　tempting　than　lumps　of　gold。　　I　take　one；　and　ask　him　if　it　is　sweet。　　He　shrugs　his　shoulders；　raises　his　hands；　and；　with　a　sidewise　shake　of　the　head；　and　a　look　which　says；　How　can　you　be　so　faithless？　makes　me　ashamed　of　my　doubts。

I　cut　the　thick　skin；　which　easily　falls　apart　and　discloses　the　luscious　quarters；　plump；　juicy；　and　waiting　to　melt　in　the　mouth。　　I　look　for　a　moment　at　the　rich　pulp　in　its　soft　incasement；　and　then　try　a　delicious　morsel。　　I　nod。　　My　gardener　again　shrugs　his　shoulders；　with　a　slight　smile；　as　much　as　to　say；　It　could　not　be　otherwise；　and　is　evidently　delighted　to　have　me　enjoy　his　fruit。　　I　fill　capacious　pockets　with　the　choicest；　and；　if　I　have　friends　with　me；　they　do　the　same。　　I　give　our　silent　but　most　expressive　entertainer　half　a　franc；　never　more；　and