Burmese Days 缅甸岁月 Chapter 4
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Flory lay asleep, naked except for black Shan trousers, upon his sweat-damp bed. He had been idling all day. He spent approximately three weeks of every month in camp, coming into Kyauktada for a few days at a time, chiefly in order to idle, for he had very little clerical work to do.
The bedroom was a large square room with white plaster walls, open doorways2 and no ceiling, but only rafters in which sparrows nested. There was no furniture except the big four-poster bed, with its furled mosquito net like a canopy3, and a wicker table and chair and a small mirror; also some rough bookshelves, containing several hundred books, all mildewed4 by many rainy seasons and riddled5 by silver fish. A tuktoo clung to the wall, flat and motionless like a heraldic dragon. Beyond the veranda6 eaves the light rained down like glistening7 white oil. Some doves in a bamboo thicket8 kept up a dull droning noise, curiously9 appropriate to the heat--a sleepy sound, but with the sleepiness of chloroform rather than a lullaby.
Down at Mr Macgregor's bungalow10, two hundred yards away, a durwan, like a living clock, hammered four strokes on a section of iron rail. Ko S'la, Flory's servant, awakened11 by the sound, went into the cookhouse, blew up the embers of the woodfire and boiled the kettle for tea. Then he put on his pink gaungbaung and muslin ingyi and brought the tea-tray to his master's bedside.
Ko S'la (his real name was Maung San Hla; Ko S'la was an abbreviation) was a short, square-shouldered, rustic-looking Burman with a very dark skin and a harassed12 expression. He wore a black moustache which curved downwards13 round his mouth, but like most Burmans he was quite beardless. He had been Flory's servant since his first day in Burma. The two men were within a month of one another's age. They had been boys together, had tramped side by side after snipe and duck, sat together in machans waiting for tigers that never came, shared the discomforts14 of a thousand camps and marches; and Ko S'la had pimped for Flory and borrowed money for him from the Chinese money-lenders, carried him to bed when he was drunk, tended him through bouts15 of fever. In Ko S'la's eyes Flory, because a bachelor, was a boy still; whereas Ko S'la had married, begotten16 five children, married again and become one of the obscure martyrs17 of bigamy. Like all bachelors' servants, Ko S'la was lazy and dirty, and yet he was devoted18 to Flory. He would never let anyone else serve Flory at table, or carry his gun or hold his pony's head while he mounted. On the march, if they came to a stream, he would carry Flory across on his back. He was inclined to pity Flory, partly because he thought him childish and easily deceived, and partly because of the birthmark, which he considered a dreadful thing.
Ko S'la put the tea-tray down on the table very quietly, and then went round to the end of the bed and tickled19 Flory's toes. He knew by experience that this was the only way of waking Flory without putting him in a bad temper. Flory rolled over, swore, and pressed his forehead into the pillow.
'Four o'clock has struck, most holy god,' Ko S'la said. 'I have brought two teacups, because THE WOMAN said that she was coming.'
THE WOMAN was Ma Hla May, Flory's mistress. Ko S'la always called her THE WOMAN, to show his disapproval--not that he disapproved20 of Flory for keeping a mistress, but he was jealous of Ma Hla May's influence in the house.
'Will the holy one play tinnis this evening?' Ko S'la asked.
'No, it's too hot,' said Flory in English. 'I don't want anything to eat. Take this muck away and bring some whisky.'
Ko S'la understood English very well, though he could not speak it. He brought a bottle of whisky, and also Flory's tennis racquet, which he laid in a meaning manner against the wall opposite the bed. Tennis, according to his notions, was a mysterious ritual incumbent21 on all Englishmen, and he did not like to see his master idling in the evenings.
Flory pushed away in disgust the toast and butter that Ko S'la had brought, but he mixed some whisky in a cup of tea and felt better after drinking it. He had slept since noon, and his head and all his bones ached, and there was a taste like burnt paper in his mouth. It was years since he had enjoyed a meal. All European food in Burma is more or less disgusting--the bread is spongy stuff leavened22 with palm-toddy and tasting like a penny bun gone wrong, the butter comes out of a tin, and so does the milk, unless it is the grey watery23 catlap of the dudh-wallah. As Ko S'la left the room there was a scraping of sandals outside, and a Burmese girl's high-pitched voice said, 'Is my master awake?'
'Come in,' said Flory rather bad temperedly.
Ma Hla May came in, kicking off red-lacquered sandals in the doorway1. She was allowed to come to tea, as a special privilege, but not to other meals, nor to wear her sandals in her master's presence.
Ma Hla May was a woman of twenty-two or -three, and perhaps five feet tall. She was dressed in a longyi of pale blue embroidered24 Chinese satin, and a starched25 white muslin ingyi on which several gold lockets hung. Her hair was coiled in a tight black cylinder26 like ebony, and decorated with jasmine flowers. Her tiny, straight, slender body was a contourless as a bas-relief carved upon a tree. She was like a doll, with her oval, still face the colour of new copper27, and her narrow eyes; an outlandish doll and yet a grotesquely28 beautiful one. A scent29 of sandalwood and coco- nut oil came into the room with her.
Ma Hla May came across to the bed, sat down on the edge and put her arms rather abruptly30 round Flory. She smelled at his cheek with her flat nose, in the Burmese fashion.
'Why did my master not send for me this afternoon?' she said.
'I was sleeping. It is too hot for that kind of thing.'
'So you would rather sleep alone than with Ma Hla May? How ugly you must think me, then! Am I ugly, master?'
'Go away,' he said, pushing her back. 'I don't want you at this time of day.'
'At least touch me with your lips, then. (There is no Burmese word for to kiss.) All white men do that to their women.'
'There you are, then. Now leave me alone. Fetch some cigarettes and give me one.'
'Why is it that nowadays you never want to make love to me? Ah, two years ago it was so different! You loved me in those days. You gave me presents of gold bangles and silk longyis from Mandalay. And now look'--Ma Hla May held out one tiny muslin-clad arm--'not a single bangle. Last month I had thirty, and now all of them are pawned32. How can I go to the bazaar33 without my bangles, and wearing the same longyi over and over again? I am ashamed before the other women.'
She put her arms round him again and kissed him, a European habit which he had taught her. A mingled35 scent of sandalwood, garlic, coco-nut oil and the jasmine in her hair floated from her. It was a scent that always made his teeth tingle36. Rather abstractedly he pressed her head back upon the pillow and looked down at her queer, youthful face, with its high cheekbones, stretched eyelids37 and short, shapely lips. She had rather nice teeth, like the teeth of a kitten. He had bought her from her parents two years ago, for three hundred rupees. He began to stroke her brown throat, rising like a smooth, slender stalk from the collarless ingyi.
'You only like me because I am a white man and have money,' he said.
'Master, I love you, I love you more than anything in the world. Why do you say that? Have I not always been faithful to you?'
'You have a Burmese lover.'
'Ugh!' Ma Hla May affected39 to shudder40 at the thought. 'To think of their horrible brown hands, touching41 me! I should die if a Burman touched me!'
He put his hand on her breast. Privately43, Ma Hla May did not like this, for it reminded her that her breasts existed--the ideal of a Burmese woman being to have no breasts. She lay and let him do as he wished with her, quite passive yet pleased and faintly smiling, like a cat which allows one to stroke it. Flory's embraces meant nothing to her (Ba Pe, Ko S'la's younger brother, was secretly her lover), yet she was bitterly hurt when he neglected them. Sometimes she had even put love-philtres in his food. It was the idle concubine's life that she loved, and the visits to her village dressed in all her finery, when she could boast of her position as a 'bo-kadaw'--a white man's wife; for she had persuaded everyone, herself included, that she was Flory's legal wife.
When Flory had done with her he turned away, jaded44 and ashamed, and lay silent with his left hand covering his birthmark. He always remembered the birthmark when he had done something to be ashamed of. He buried his face disgustedly in the pillow, which was damp and smelt45 of coco-nut oil. It was horribly hot, and the doves outside were still droning. Ma Hla May, naked, reclined beside Flory, fanning him gently with a wicker fan she had taken from the table.
Presently she got up and dressed herself, and lighted a cigarette. Then, coming back to the bed, she sat down and began stroking Flory's bare shoulder. The whiteness of his skin had a fascination46 for her, because of its strangeness and the sense of power it gave her. But Flory twitched47 his shoulder to shake her hand away. At these times she was nauseating48 and dreadful to him. His sole wish was to get her out of his sight.
'Get out,' he said.
Ma Hla May took her cigarette from her mouth and tried to offer it to Flory. 'Why is master always so angry with me when he has made love to me?' she said.
'Get out,' he repeated.
Ma Hla May continued to stroke Flory's shoulder. She had never learned the wisdom of leaving him alone at these times. She believed that lechery49 was a form of witchcraft50, giving a woman magical powers over a man, until in the end she could weaken him to a half-idiotic slave. Each successive embrace sapped Flory's will and made the spell stronger--this was her belief. She began tormenting51 him to begin over again. She laid down her cigarette and put her arms round him, trying to turn him towards her and kiss his averted52 face, reproaching him for his coldness.
'Go away, go away!' he said angrily. 'Look in the pocket of my shorts. There is money there. Take five rupees and go.'
Ma Hla May found the five-rupee note and stuffed it into the bosom53 of her ingyi, but she still would not go. She hovered54 about the bed, worrying Flory until at last he grew angry and jumped up.
'Get out of this room! I told you to go. I don't want you in here after I've done with you.'
'That is a nice way to speak to me! You treat me as though I were a prostitute.'
'So you are. Out you go,' he said, pushing her out of the room by her shoulders. He kicked her sandals after her. Their encounters often ended in this way.
Flory stood in the middle of the room, yawning. Should he go down to the Club for tennis after all? No, it meant shaving, and he could not face the effort of shaving until he had a few drinks inside him. He felt his scrubby chin and lounged across to the mirror to examine it, but then turned away. He did not want to see the yellow, sunken face that would look back at him. For several minutes he stood slack-limbed, watching the tuktoo stalk a moth55 above the bookshelves. The cigarette that Ma Hla May had dropped burned down with an acrid56 smell, browning the paper. Flory took a book from the shelves, opened it and then threw it away in distaste. He had not even the energy to read. Oh God, God, what to do with the rest of this bloody57 evening?
Flo waddled58 into the room, wagging her tail and asking to be taken for a walk. Flory went sulkily into the little stone-floored bathroom that gave on to the bedroom, splashed himself with lukewarm water and put on his shirt and shorts. He must take some kind of exercise before the sun went down. In India it is in some way evil to spend a day without being once in a muck-sweat. It gives one a deeper sense of sin than a thousand lecheries59. In the dark evening, after a quite idle day, one's ennui60 reaches a pitch that is frantic61, suicidal. Work, prayer, books, drinking, talking-- they are all powerless against it; it can only be sweated out through the pores of the skin.
Flory went out and followed the road uphill into the jungle. It was scrub jungle at first, with dense62 stunted63 bushes, and the only trees were half-wild mangoes, bearing little turpentiny fruits the size of plums. Then the road struck among taller trees. The jungle was dried-up and lifeless at this time of year. The trees lined the road in close, dusty ranks, with leaves a dull olive- green. No birds were visible except some ragged64 brown creatures like disreputable thrushes, which hopped65 clumsily under the bushes; in the distance some other bird uttered a cry of 'AH ha ha! AH ha ha!'--a lonely, hollow sound like the echo of a laugh. There was a poisonous, ivy-like smell of crushed leaves. It was still hot, though the sun was losing its glare and the slanting66 light was yellow.
After two miles the road ended at the ford67 of a shallow stream. The jungle grew greener here, because of the water, and the trees were taller. At the edge of the stream there was a huge dead pyinkado tree festooned with spidery orchids68, and there were some wild lime bushes with white waxen flowers. They had a sharp scent like bergamot. Flory had walked fast and the sweat had drenched69 his shirt and dribbled70, stinging, into his eyes. He had sweated himself into a better mood. Also, the sight of this stream always heartened him; its water was quite clear, rarest of sights in a miry country. He crossed the stream by the stepping stones, Flo splashing after him, and turned into a narrow track he knew, which led through the bushes. It was a track that cattle had made, coming to the stream to drink, and few human beings ever followed it. It led to a pool fifty yards upstream. Here a peepul tree grew, a great buttressed71 thing six feet thick, woven of innumerable strands72 of wood, like a wooden cable twisted by a giant. The roots of the tree made a natural cavern73, under which the clear greenish water bubbled. Above and all around dense foliage74 shut out the light, turning the place into a green grotto75 walled with leaves.
Flory threw off his clothes and stepped into the water. It was a shade cooler than the air, and it came up to his neck when he sat down. Shoals of silvery mahseer, no bigger than sardines76, came nosing and nibbling77 at his body. Flo had also flopped78 into the water, and she swam round silently, otter-like, with her webbed feet. She knew the pool well, for they often came here when Flory was at Kyauktada.
There was a stirring high up in the peepul tree, and a bubbling noise like pots boiling. A flock of green pigeons were up there, eating the berries. Flory gazed up into the great green dome79 of the tree, trying to distinguish the birds; they were invisible, they matched the leaves so perfectly80, and yet the whole tree was alive with them, shimmering81, as though the ghosts of birds were shaking it. Flo rested herself against the roots and growled82 up at the invisible creatures. Then a single green pigeon fluttered down and perched on a lower branch. It did not know that it was being watched. It was a tender thing, smaller than a tame dove, with jade-green back as smooth as velvet83, and neck and breast of iridescent84 colours. Its legs were like the pink wax that dentists use.
The pigeon rocked itself backwards85 and forwards on the bough38, swelling86 out its breast feathers and laying its coralline beak87 upon them. A pang88 went through Flory. Alone, alone, the bitterness of being alone! So often like this, in lonely places in the forest, he would come upon something--bird, flower, tree--beautiful beyond all words, if there had been a soul with whom to share it. Beauty is meaningless until it is shared. If he had one person, just one, to halve89 his loneliness! Suddenly the pigeon saw the man and dog below, sprang into the air and dashed away swift as a bullet, with a rattle90 of wings. One does not often see green pigeons so closely when they are alive. They are high-flying birds, living in the treetops, and they do not come to the ground, or only to drink. When one shoots them, if they are not killed outright91, they cling to the branch until they die, and drop long after one has given up waiting and gone away.
Flory got out of the water, put on his clothes and recrossed the stream. He did not go home by the road, but followed a foot-track southward into the jungle, intending to make a detour92 and pass through a village that lay in the fringe of the jungle not far from his house. Flo frisked in and out of the undergrowth, yelping93 sometimes when her long ears caught in the thorns. She had once turned up a hare near here. Flory walked slowly. The smoke of his pipe floated straight upwards94 in still plumes95. He was happy and at peace after the walk and the clear water. It was cooler now, except for patches of heat lingering under the thicker trees, and the light was gentle. Bullock-cart wheels were screaming peacefully in the distance.
Soon they had lost their way in the jungle, and were wandering in a maze96 of dead trees and tangled97 bushes. They came to an impasse98 where the path was blocked by large ugly plants like magnified aspidistras, whose leaves terminated in long lashes99 armed with thorns. A firefly glowed greenish at the bottom of a bush; it was getting twilight100 in the thicker places. Presently the bullock-cart wheels screamed nearer, taking a parallel course.
'Hey, saya gyi, saya gyi!' Flory shouted, taking Flo by the collar to prevent her running away.
'Ba le-de?' the Burman shouted back. There was the sound of plunging101 hooves and of yells to the bullocks.
'Come here, if you please, O venerable and learned sir! We have lost our way. Stop a moment, O great builder of pagodas103!'
The Burman left his cart and pushed through the jungle, slicing the creepers with his dah. He was a squat104 middle-aged105 man with one eye. He led the way back to the track, and Flory climbed on to the flat, uncomfortable bullock cart. The Burman took up the string reins106, yelled to the bullocks, prodded107 the roots of their tails with his short stick, and the cart jolted108 on with a shriek109 of wheels. The Burmese bullock-cart drivers seldom grease their axles, probably because they believe that the screaming keeps away evil spirits, though when questioned they will say that it is because they are too poor to buy grease.
They passed a whitewashed110 wooden pagoda102, no taller than a man and half hidden by the tendrils of creeping plants. Then the track wound into the village, which consisted of twenty ruinous, wooden huts roofed with thatch111, and a well beneath some barren date-palms. The egrets that roosted in the palms were streaming homewards over the treetops like white flights of arrows. A fat yellow woman with her longyi hitched112 under her armpits was chasing a dog round a hut, smacking113 at it with a bamboo and laughing, and the dog was also laughing in its fashion. The village was called Nyaunglebin--'the four peepul trees'; there were no peepul trees there now, probably they had been cut down and forgotten a century ago. The villagers cultivated a narrow strip of fields that lay between the town and the jungle, and they also made bullock carts which they sold in Kyauktada. Bullock-cart wheels were littered everywhere under the houses; massive things five feet across, with spokes114 roughly but strongly carved.
Flory got off the cart and gave the driver a present of four annas. Some brindled115 curs hurried from beneath the houses to sniff116 at Flo, and a flock of pot-bellied, naked children, with their hair tied in top-knots, also appeared, curious about the white man but keeping their distance. The village headman, a wizened117, leaf-brown old man, came out of his house, and there were shikoings. Flory sat down on the steps of the headman's house and relighted his pipe. He was thirsty.
'Is the water in your well good to drink, thugyi-min?'
The headman reflected, scratching the calf118 of his left leg with his right big toenail. 'Those who drink it, drink it, thakin. And those who do not drink it, do not drink it.'
'Ah. That is wisdom.'
The fat woman who had chased the pariah119 brought a blackened earthenware120 teapot and a handleless bowl, and gave Flory some pale green tea, tasting of wood-smoke.
'I must be going, thugyi-min. Thank you for the tea.'
'God go with you, thakin.'
Flory went home by a path that led out on to the maidan. It was dark now. Ko S'la had put on a clean ingyi and was waiting in the bedroom. He had heated two kerosene121 tins of bath-water, lighted the petrol lamps and laid out a clean suit and shirt for Flory. The clean clothes were intended as a hint that Flory should shave, dress himself and go down to the Club after dinner. Occasionally he spent the evening in Shan trousers, loafing in a chair with a book, and Ko S'la disapproved of this habit. He hated to see his master behaving differently from other white men. The fact that Flory often came back from the Club drunk, whereas he remained sober when he stayed at home, did not alter Ko S'la's opinion, because getting drunk was normal and pardonable in a white man.
'The woman has gone down to the bazaar,' he announced, pleased, as he always was when Ma Hla May left the house. 'Ba Pe has gone with a lantern, to look after her when she comes back.'
'Good,' Flory said.
She had gone to spend her five rupees--gambling, no doubt. 'The holy one's bath-water is ready.'
'Wait, we must attend to the dog first. Bring the comb,' Flory said.
The two men squatted122 on the floor together and combed Flo's silky coat and felt between her toes, picking out the ticks. It had to be done every evening. She picked up vast numbers of ticks during the day, horrible grey things that were the size of pin-heads when they got on to her, and gorged123 themselves till they were as large as peas. As each tick was detached Ko S'la put it on the floor and carefully crushed it with his big toe.
Then Flory shaved, bathed, dressed, and sat down to dinner. Ko S'la stood behind his chair, handing him the dishes and fanning him with the wicker fan. He had arranged a bowl of scarlet124 hibiscus flowers in the middle of the little table. The meal was pretentious125 and filthy126. The clever 'Mug' cooks, descendants of servants trained by Frenchmen in India centuries ago, can do anything with food except make it eatable. After dinner Flory walked down to the Club, to play bridge and get three parts drunk, as he did most evenings when he was in Kyauktada.
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backwards
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pang
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outright
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twilight
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