《No Country for Old Men》第35章

you　go　to　hell。
you　surprise　me；　thats　all。　i　expected　something　different。　it　calls　past　events　into question。　dont　you　think　so？
you　think　id　trade　places　with　you？
yes。　i　do。　im　here　and　you　are　there。　in　a　few　minutes　i　will　still　be　here。
wells　looked　out　the　darkened　window。　i　know　where　the　satchel　is；　he　said。
if　you　knew　where　the　satchel　was　you　would　have　it。
i　was　going　to　have　to　wait　until　there　was　no　one　around。　till　night。　two　in　the morning。　something　like　that。
you　know　where　the　satchel　is。
yes。
i　know　something　better。
whats　that。
i　know　where　its　going　to　be。
and　where　is　that。
it　will　be　brought　to　me　and　placed　at　my　feet。
wells　wiped　his　mouth　with　the　back　of　his　hand。　it　wouldnt　cost　you　anything。　its twenty　minutes　from　here。
you　know　thats　not　going　to　happen。　dont　you？
wells　didnt　answer。
dont　you？
you　go　to　hell。
you　think　you　can　put　it　off　with　your　eyes。
what　do　you　mean？
you　think　that　as　long　as　you　keep　looking　at　me　you　can　put　it　off。
i　dont　think　that。
yes　you　do。　you　should　admit　your　situation。　there　would　be　more　dignity　in　it。　im trying　to　help　you。
you　son　of　a　bitch。
you　think　you　wont　close　your　eyes。　but　you　will。
wells　didnt　answer。　chigurh　watched　him。　i　know　what　else　you　think；　he　said。
you　dont　know　what　i　think。
you　think　im　like　you。　that　its　just　greed。　but　im　not　like　you。　i　live　a　simple　life。
just　do　it。
you　wouldnt　understand。　a　man　like　you。
just　do　it。
yes；　chigurh　said。　they　always　say　that。　but　they　dont　mean　it；　do　they？
you　piece　of　shit。
its　not　good；　carson。　you　need　to　pose　yourself。　if　you　dont　respect　me　what　must you　think　of　yourself？　look　at　where　you　are。
you　think　youre　outside　of　everything；　wells　said。　but　youre　not。
not　everything。　no。
youre　not　outside　of　death。
it　doesnt　mean　to　me　what　it　does　to　you。
you　think　im　afraid　to　die？
yes。
just　do　it。　do　it　and　goddamn　you。
its　not　the　same；　chigurh　said。　youve　been　giving　up　things　for　years　to　get　here。　i dont　think　i　even　understood　that。　how　does　a　man　decide　in　what　order　to　abandon　his life？　were　in　the　same　line　of　work。　up　to　a　point。　did　you　hold　me　in　such　contempt？
why　would　you　do　that？　how　did　you　let　yourself　get　in　this　situation？
wells　looked　out　at　the　street。　what　time　is　it？　he　said。
chigurh　raised　his　wrist　and　looked　at　his　watch。　eleven　fifty…seven　he　said。
wells　nodded。　by　the　old　womans　calendar　ive　got　three　more　minutes。　well　the　hell with　it。　i　think　i　saw　all　this　ing　a　long　time　ago。　almost　like　a　dream。　déjà　vu。　he looked　at　chigurh。　im　not　interested　in　your　opinions；　he　said。　just　do　it。　you goddamned　psychopath。　do　it　and　goddamn　you　to　hell。
he　did　close　his　eyes。　he　closed　his　eyes　and　he　turned　his　head　and　he　raised　one　hand to　fend　away　what　could　not　be　fended　away。　chigurh　shot　him　in　the　face。　everything that　wells　had　ever　known　or　thought　or　loved　drained　slowly　down　the　wall　behind him。　his　mothers　face；　his　first　munion；　women　he　had　known。　the　faces　of　men as　they　died　on　their　knees　before　him。　the　body　of　a　child　dead　in　a　roadside　ravine　in another　country。　he　lay　half　headless　on　the　bed　with　his　arms　outflung；　most　of　his right　hand　missing。　chigurh　rose　and　picked　up　the　empty　casing　off　the　rug　and　blew into　it　and　put　it　in　his　pocket　and　looked　at　his　watch。　the　new　day　was　still　a　minute away。
he　went　down　the　back　stairs　and　crossed　the　parking　lot　to　wells　car　and　sorted　out the　doorkey　from　the　ring　of　keys　wells　carried　and　opened　the　door　and　checked　the car　inside　front　and　rear　and　under　the　seats。　it　was　a　rental　car　and　there　was　nothing　in it　but　the　rental　contract　in　the　doorpocket。　he　shut　the　door　and　hobbled　back　and opened　the　trunk。　nothing。　he　went　around　to　the　driver　side　and　opened　the　door　and popped　the　hood　and　walked　up　front　and　raised　the　hood　and　looked　in　the　engine partment　and　then　closed　the　hood　and　stood　looking　at　the　hotel。　while　he　was standing　there　wells　phone　rang。　he　fished　the　phone　from　his　pocket　and　pushed　the button　and　put　it　to　his　ear。　yes；　he　said。
moss　made　his　way　down　the　ward　and　back　again　holding　on　to　the　nurses　arm。　she said　encouraging　things　to　him　in　spanish。　they　turned　at　the　end　of　the　bay　and　started back。　the　sweat　stood　on　his　forehead。　andale；　she　said。　qué　bueno。　he　nodded。　damn right　bueno；　he　said。
late　in　the　night　he　woke　from　a　troubling　dream　and　struggled　down　the　hallway　and asked　to　use　the　telephone。　he　dialed　the　number　in　odessa　and　leaned　heavily　on　the counter　and　listened　to　it　ring。　it　rang　a　long　time。　finally　her　mother　answered。
its　llewelyn。
she　dont　want　to　talk　to　you。
yes　she　does。
do　you　know　what　time　it　is？
i　dont　care　what　time　it　is。　dont　you　hang　up　this　phone。
i　told　her　what　was　goin　to　happen；　didnt　i？　chapter　and　verse。　i　said：　this　is　what　will e　to　pass。　and　now　it　has　e　to　pass。
dont　you　hang　up　this　phone。　you　get　her　and　you　put　her　on。
when　she　picked　up　the　phone　she　said：　i　didnt　think　youd　do　me　thisaway。
hello　darlin；　how　are　you？　are　you　all　right；　llewelyn？　what　happened　to　them　words？
where　are　you。
piedras　negras。
what　am　i　supposed　to　do；　llewelyn？
are　you　all　right？
no　im　not　all　right。　how　would　i　be　all　right？　people　callin　here　about　you。　i　had　the sheriff　up　here　from　terrell　county。　showed　up　at　the　damn　door。　i　thought　you　was dead。
i　aint　dead。　what　did　you　tell　him？
what　could　i　tell　him？
he　might　con　you　into　sayin　somethin。
youre　hurt；　aint　you？
what　makes　you　say　that？
i　can　hear　it　in　your　voice。　are　you　okay？
im　okay。
where　are　you？
i　told　you　where　i　was。
you　sound　like　youre　in　a　bus　station。
carla　jean　i　think　you　need　to　get　out　of　there。
out　of　where？
out　of　that　house。
youre　scarin　me；　llewelyn。　out　of　here　to　go　where？
it　dont　matter。　i　just　dont　think　you　should　stay　there。　you　could　go　to　a　motel。
and　do　what　with　mama？
shell　be　all　right。
shell　be　all　right？
yes。
you　dont　know　that。
llewelyn　didnt　answer。
do　you？
i