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地狱(英文原著)--丹·布朗

时间:2013-11-30 14:15:52  来源:  作者:丹·布朗  [ 下载本书 ]
简介:《炼狱》的主人公是回归的哈佛大学符号学教授罗伯特·兰登,小说以意大利为故事背景,以但丁的史诗《神曲2:炼狱篇》为中心,展开的一系列惊心动魄的历险故事。丹·布朗在小说中巧妙地融合了历史、艺术、密码和符号等元素,创造了一部崭新的惊悚悬疑小说。在谈到新书的创作过程时,丹·布朗称自己研读了6个月的相关资料,包括几个版本的《神曲》译本,不同的但丁研究者的注释,关于但丁的生平、哲学的历史文本以及关于佛罗伦萨的背景阅读,之后还前往佛罗伦萨和威尼斯,拜见了一些艺术史学家、图书馆学家和学者。...
  Sienna worked harder every week, barely able to sleep because of the realization that so many people needed her help.
  “Sienna, slow down!” people would urge her. “You can’t save the world!”
  What a terrible thing to say.
  Through her acts of public service, Sienna came in contact with several members of a local humanitarian group. When they invited her to join them on a monthlong trip to the Philippines, she jumped at the chance.
  Sienna imagined they were going to feed poor fishermen or farmers in the countryside, which she had read was a wonderland of geological beauty, with vibrant seabeds and dazzling plains. And so when the group settled in among the throngs in the city of Manila—the most densely populated city on earth—Sienna could only gape in horror. She had never seen poverty on this scale.
  How can one person possibly make a difference?
  For every one person Sienna fed, there were hundreds more who gazed at her with desolate eyes. Manila had six-hour traffic jams, suffocating pollution, and a horrifying sex trade, whose workers consisted primarily of young children, many of whom had been sold to pimps by parents who took solace in knowing that at least their children would be fed.
  Amid this chaos of child prostitution, panhandlers, pickpockets, and worse, Sienna found herself suddenly paralyzed. All around her, she could see humanity overrun by its primal instinct for survival. When they face desperation … human beings become animals.
  For Sienna, all the dark depression came flooding back. She had suddenly understood mankind for what it was—a species on the brink.
  I was wrong, she thought. I can’t save the world.
  Overwhelmed by a rush of frantic mania, Sienna broke into a sprint through the city streets, thrusting her way through the masses of people, knocking them over, pressing on, searching for open space.
  I’m being suffocated by human flesh!
  As she ran, she could feel the eyes upon her again. She no longer blended in. She was tall and fair-skinned with a blond ponytail waving behind her. Men stared at her as if she were naked.
  When her legs finally gave out, she had no idea how far she had run or where she had gone. She cleared the tears and grime from her eyes and saw that she was standing in a kind of shantytown—a city made of pieces of corrugated metal and cardboard propped up and held together. All around her the wails of crying babies and the stench of human excrement hung in the air.
  I’ve run through the gates of hell.
  “Turista,” a deep voice sneered behind her. “Magkano?” How much?
  Sienna spun to see three young men approaching, salivating like wolves. She instantly knew she was in danger and she tried to back away, but they corralled her, like predators hunting in a pack.
  Sienna shouted for help, but nobody paid attention to her cries. Only fifteen feet away, she saw an old woman sitting on a tire, carving the rot off an old onion with a rusty knife. The woman did not even glance up when Sienna shouted.
  When the men seized her and dragged her inside a little shack, Sienna had no illusions about what was going to happen, and the terror was all-consuming. She fought with everything she had, but they were strong, quickly pinning her down on an old, soiled mattress.
  They tore open her shirt, clawing at her soft skin. When she screamed, they stuffed her torn shirt so deep into her mouth that she thought she would choke. Then they flipped her onto her stomach, forcing her face into the putrid bed.
  Sienna Brooks had always felt pity for the ignorant souls who could believe in God amid a world of such suffering, and yet now she herself was praying … praying with all her heart.
  Please, God, deliver me from evil.
  Even as she prayed, she could hear the men laughing, taunting her as their filthy hands hauled her jeans down over her flailing legs. One of them climbed onto her back, sweaty and heavy, his perspiration dripping onto her skin.
  I’m a virgin, Sienna thought. This is how it is going to happen for me. Suddenly the man on her back leaped off her, and the taunting jeers turned to shouts of anger and fear. The warm sweat rolling onto Sienna’s back from above suddenly began gushing … spilling onto the mattress in splatters of red.
  When Sienna rolled over to see what was happening, she saw the old woman with the half-peeled onion and the rusty knife standing over her attacker, who was now bleeding profusely from his back.
  The old woman glared threateningly at the others, whipping her bloody knife through the air until the three men scampered off.
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