The Lorax

The Lorax by Dr. Seuss. Published by Random House. Narrated by Ted Danson.

《老雷斯的故事》，苏斯博士著。 兰登书屋出版。 泰德·丹森演播。

At the far end of town, where the grickle grass grows, and the wind smells slow and sour when it blows, and no birds ever sing excepting old crows, is the street of the lifted Laura.

小镇的最尽头，长着怪刺草的地方， 风吹过来的时候，带着慢悠悠的酸味儿， 除了老乌鸦，没有鸟儿会在这儿唱歌， 被带走的老雷斯的街道就在那儿。

And deep in the grickle grass, some people say, if you look deep enough, you can still see today where the Lorax once stood just as long as it could before somebody lifted the Lorax away. What was the Lorax? And why was it there? And why was it lifted and taken somewhere from the far end of town where the grickle grass grows? The old Wansler still lives here. Ask him. He knows.

有人说，只要你往怪刺草丛的深处仔细看，直到今天还能看见 老雷斯当初被人带走之前，拼尽全力站过的那个地方。 老雷斯是什么呀？他为什么要待在那儿？ 为什么他会被人从长着怪刺草的小镇尽头带走，送去了别的地方？ 老万斯勒还住在这儿。问他就对了，他什么都知道。

You won't see the onesler. Don't knock at his door. He stays in his lurkum on top of his store. He lurks in his lurkum, cold under the roof, where he makes his own clothes out of miff -muffered mouf. And on special dank midnights in August, he peeks out of the shutters, and sometimes he speaks and tells how the Lorax was lifted away. He'll tell you, perhaps, if you're willing to pay.

你见不到旺斯勒的，别去敲他的门。 他待在自己店铺楼顶的暗房里不肯出来。 他躲在暗房里，待在凉飕飕的房顶下， 用软绵绵的旧绒布给自己做衣服穿。 每年八月那些阴湿的特殊午夜，他会从百叶窗后面偷偷往外瞅， 有时候还会开口说话 讲老雷斯是怎么被带走的故事。 要是你愿意付钱，说不定他就会讲给你听。

On the end of a rope, he lets down a tin pail, and you have to toss in 15 cents and a nail, and the shell of a great, great, great grandfather snail.

他会在绳子末端系个铁皮桶放下来， 你得扔十五美分、一根钉子进去， 还要加一个曾曾曾祖父级别的蜗牛壳。

Then he pulls up the pail, makes a most careful count, to see if you've paid him the proper amount. Then he hides what you paid him, away in his snuff, his secret strange hole in his grovellous glove. Then he grunts, I will call you by whisper -ma -phone, for the secrets I tell are for your ears alone.

然后他把桶拉上去，仔仔细细数一遍，看看你给的东西够不够数。 接着他把你给的东西藏到他毛茸茸手套上的秘密小洞里，收得好好的。 然后他咕哝着说：我用悄悄话传声筒跟你说，我讲的秘密只能让你一个人听。