第四章（第9/11页）

“对我而言，”查理说，“布尔什维克对他们所谓的资产阶级恨之入骨，至于资产阶级到底作何解释，并没有确切的定义。首先，它必须是资本主义的。既然感情和理智都被界定为资产阶级的范畴，因此布尔什维克就肯定是不具备这二者的群体。

"Then the individual, especially the personal man, is bourgeois: so he must be suppressed. You must submerge yourselves in the greater thing, the Soviet-social thing. Even an organism is bourgeois: so the ideal must be mechanical. The only thing that is a unit, non-organic, composed of many different, yet equally essential parts, is the machine. Each man a machine-part, and the driving power of the machine, hate...hate of the bourgeois. That, to me, is Bolshevism.” "Absolutely!" said Tommy. "But also, it seems to me a perfect description of the whole of the industrial ideal. It's the factory-owner's ideal in a nut-shell; except that he would deny that the driving power was hate. Hate it is, all the same; hate of life itself. Just look at these Midlands, if it isn't plainly written up...but it's all part of the life of the mind, it's a logical development.” "I deny that Bolshevism is logical, it rejects the major part of the premisses," said Hammond.

那么，单独的个体，尤其是具有自我意识的个体，自然属于资产阶级，因此必然受到镇压。要做的是忘记小我，投身到更伟大的事物——苏维埃社会中去。甚至连有机体都是资产阶级的，因此最理想的状态必须是机械的。唯一合理的就是无机的单位，由许多不同的、但却同等重要的部件所组成，这便是机器。每个人都是这台机器的零件，而其驱动力则是仇恨……对资产阶级的满腔仇恨。在我看来，这就是所谓布尔什维主义。”“说得太对了！”汤米赞叹道。“不过，对我而言，这同样是对整个工业化理想的绝好诠释。简单来说，这就是工厂主的理想，当然他们会否认驱动力源自仇恨。但仇恨却依然存在，那是生命本身的仇恨。不妨审视一下英国中部的这些地区，仇恨不是昭然在目吗……不过，它同样属于精神生活的领域，是合乎情理的产物。”“我不接受布尔什维主义合乎逻辑的论调，它否定了绝大部分的前提。”哈蒙德反驳道。

"My dear man, it allows the material premiss; so does the pure mind...exclusively." "At least Bolshevism has got down to rock bottom," said Charlie.

“亲爱的朋友，它并不反对物质的前提，纯粹的精神同样如此……甚至只接受物质的前提。”“至少布尔什维主义已经是强弩之末了。”查理说。

"Rock bottom! The bottom that has no bottom! The Bolshevists will have the finest army in the world in a very short time, with the finest mechanical equipment.

“强弩之末！没有底限的末端！布尔什维克们很快就将拥有世界最顶尖的军队，并配备最精良的武器。”

"But this thing can't go on...this hate business. There must be a reaction..." said Hammond.

“但这种仇恨的状态无法长久维持下去。暴动注定难以避免……”哈蒙德说。

"Well, we've been waiting for years...we wait longer. Hate's a growing thing like anything else. It's the inevitable outcome of forcing ideas on to life, of forcing one's deepest instincts; our deepest feelings we force according to certain ideas. We drive ourselves with a formula, like a machine. The logical mind pretends to rule the roost, and the roost turns into pure hate. We're all Bolshevists, only we are hypocrites. The Russians are Bolshevists without hypocrisy.” "But there are many other ways," said Hammond, "than the Soviet way. The Bolshevists aren't really intelligent.” "Of course not. But sometimes it's intelligent to be half-witted: if you want to make your end. Personally, I consider Bolshevism half-witted; but so do I consider our social life in the west half-witted. So I even consider our far-famed mental life half-witted. We're all as cold as cretins, we're all as passionless as idiots. We're all of us Bolshevists, only we give it another name. We think we're gods...men like gods! It's just the same as Bolshevism. One has to be human, and have a heart and a penis if one is going to escape being either a god or a Bolshevist...for they are the same thing: they're both too good to be true.” Out of the disapproving silence came Berry's anxious question: "You do believe in love then, Tommy, don't you?” "You lovely lad!" said Tommy. "No, my cherub, nine times out of ten, no! Love's another of those half-witted performances today. Fellows with swaying waists fucking little jazz girls with small boy buttocks, like two collar studs! Do you mean that sort of love? Or the joint-property, make—a—success—of—it, My—husband—my—wife sort of love? No, my fine fellow, I don't believe in it at all!” "But you do believe in something?" "Me? Oh, intellectually I believe in having a good heart, a chirpy penis, a lively intelligence, and the courage to say 'shit!' in front of a lady.”