en-de  The Island of Doctor Moreau by H.G.Wells-Chapter VIII Medium
Kapitel 8: Das Schreien des Pumas
MONTGOMERY unterbrach mein Wirrwarr von Verwunderung und Verdächtigung gegen ein Uhr, und sein grotesker Begleiter folgte ihm mit einem Tablett mit Brot, einigen Kräutern und anderen Lebensmitteln, einer Flasche Whisky, einem Krug Wasser und drei Gläsern und Messern. Ich blickte misstrauisch auf diese seltsame Kreatur und sah ihn, wie er mich mit seinen seltsamen, ruhelosen Augen beobachtete. Montgomery sagte, er würde mit mir Mittagessen, aber dass Moreau mit einer Arbeit zu beschäftigt sei, um zu kommen.
"Moreau!" sagte ich. "Ich kenne diesen Namen."
"Den Teufel tust du!" sagte er. " Was für ein Esel war ich, es dir gegenüber zu erwähnen! hätte ich mir eigentlich denken können. Wie auch immer, es wird dir eine Ahnung von unseren- Geheimnissen geben. Whiskey?"
"Nein danke; Ich bin ein Antialkoholiker."
"Ich wünschte, ich wäre es gewesen. Aber es hat keinen Sinn, die Tür abzuschließen, nachdem das Ross gestohlen wurde. Es war dieses höllische Zeug, das mich hier her führte, - das und eine neblige Nacht. Ich dachte, ich hätte Glück gehabt, als Moreau anbot, mich frei zu bekommen. Es ist seltsam-" "Montgomery", sagte ich plötzlich, als die Außentür geschlossen wurde, "warum hat dein Mann spitze Ohren?"
"Verdammt!" sagte er, während seines ersten Bissens. Er starrte mich einen Moment an und wiederholte dann: "Spitze Ohren?"
"Kleine Spitzen auf ihnen", sagte ich, so ruhig wie möglich, mit einem Stocken in meinem Atem; "und ein dünner, schwarzer Pelz an den Rändern?"
Er bediente sich selbst mit großer Bedachtsamkeit mit Whiskey und Wasser. "Ich hatte den Eindruck - dass sein Haar seine Ohren bedeckte."
"Ich sah sie, als er sich bei mir bückte, um den Kaffee auf den Tisch zu stellen, den Sie mir geschickt haben. Und seine Augen leuchten im Dunkeln."
Mittlerweile hatte Montgomery sich von der Überraschung meiner Frage erholt. "Ich dachte immer", sagte er bedächtig, mit einer gewissen Akzentuierung durch seine Lispelvariante, "dass etwas mit seinen Ohren wäre, durch die Art, wie er sie bedeckte. Wie sahen sie aus?"
Ich war durch sein Verhalten überzeugt, dass diese Ahnungslosigkeit eine Heuchelei war. Trotzdem konnte ich dem Mann kaum sagen, dass ich ihn für einen Lügner hielt. "Spitz", sagte ich; "ziemlich schmal und pelzig, - eindeutig pelzig. Aber der ganze Mann ist einer der merkwürdigsten Wesen, die ich je zu Gesicht bekommen habe."
Ein schriller, heiserer Schrei tierischen Schmerzes kam aus dem Gehege hinter uns. Seine Tiefe und Lautstärke deuteten auf den Puma hin. Ich sah Montgomery zusammenzucken.
"Ja?", sagte er.
"Wo haben Sie die Kreatur aufgegabelt?"
"San Francisco. Er ist ein häßlicher Unmensch, gebe ich zu. Schwachsinnig, Sie wissen schon. Kann mich nicht erinnern, woher er kam. Aber ich bin an ihn gewöhnt, wissen Sie. Wir beide sind es. Was halten Sie von ihm?
"Er ist unnatürlich", sagte ich. " Da gibt es etwas an ihm- halten Sie mich nicht für wirklichkeitsfremd, aber es gibt mir ein unangenehmes, kleines Empfinden, eine Straffung meiner Muskeln, wenn er mir näher kommt. Es ist ein bisschen - teuflisch, in der Tat."
Montgomery hatte aufgehört zu essen, während ich es ihm sagte. "Komisch!" sagte er. " Ich kann es nicht sehen." Er fing wieder an zu essen. " Ich hatte keine Ahnung davon", sagte er und kaute. "Die Mannschaft des Schoners muss es genauso empfunden haben. Machten Jagd auf den armen Teufel. Sie sahen den Kapitän?"
Plötzlich heulte der Puma wieder, dieses Mal qualvoller. Montgomery fluchte. Ich wollte ihn wegen der Männer am Strand angreifen. Dann machte sich der arme Rohling im Inneren mit einer Reihe von kurzen, scharfen Schreien Luft.
"Ihre Männer am Strand", sagte ich, "welcher Rasse sind sie?"
"Ausgezeichnete Jungs, nicht wahr?" sagte er zerstreut und kniff die Augenbrauen zusammen, als das Tier scharf aufschrie.
Ich sagte nichts mehr. Es gab einen weiteren Aufschrei, schlimmer als der vorherige. Er sah mich mit seinen trüben, grauen Augen an und nahm dann noch etwas Whiskey. Er versuchte mich in eine Diskussion über Alkohol zu ziehen und erklärte, er habe mein Leben damit gerettet. Er schien bestrebt zu sein, die Tatsache hervorzuheben, dass ich ihm mein Leben schuldete. Ich antwortete ihm abgelenkt.
Bald fand unser Mahl ein Ende; das verunstaltete Monster mit den spitzen Ohren räumte die Reste weg und Montgomery ließ mich wieder in dem Zimmer allein. Die ganze Zeit war er in einem Zustand kaum verhohlener Verwirrung durch den Lärms des vivisezierten Pumas gewesen. Er hatte von seinem merkwürdigen Mangel an Nerven gesprochen und überließ mir die offensichtliche Nutzung.
Ich fand selber, daß die Schreie besonders lästig waren, und sie nahmen an Tiefe und Intensität zu, als der Nachmittag vorrückte. Sie waren zuerst schmerzlich, aber ihre beständige Wiederholung störte schließlich mein Gleichgewicht. Ich schleuderte eine Abschrift von Horaz zur Seite, die ich gelesen hatte, und begann meine Fäuste zu ballen, auf meine Lippen zu beißen und im Zimme auf und ab zu gehen. Momentan musste ich meine Ohren mit meinen Fingern zuhalten.
Die emotionale Anziehungskraft dieser Schreie wuchs bei mir stetig, wuchs endlich zu einem so exquisiten Ausdruck des Leidens, dass ich es in diesem begrenzten Raum nicht mehr aushalten konnte. Ich trat aus der Tür in die schlummernde Hitze des späten Nachmittags und ging am Haupteingang vorbei - wieder verschlossen, bemerkte ich - die Ecke der Wand umgedreht.
Das Geschrei klang draußen vor der Tür sogar lauter. Es war, als ob alles Leid in der Welt eine Stimme gefunden habe. Doch hätte ich gewusst, dass ein solches Leid im Raum nebenan war, und wäre es einfältig gewesen- ich habe seitdem nachgedacht- ich hätte es zur Genüge aushalten können. Wenn das Leiden eine Stimme findet und unsere Nerven erbeben macht, quält uns das Mitleid. Aber trotz des strahlenden Sonnenscheins und der grünen Fächer der Bäume, die sich in der kühlenden Seebrise wiegten, war die Welt ein Durcheinander, besudelt mit schwarzen und roten Phantasiegebilden, bis ich außer Hörweite des Hauses hinter der bunten Mauer war.
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Chapter 8: The Crying Of The Puma.
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MONTGOMERY interrupted my tangle of mystification and suspicion about one o'clock,.
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"Moreau!"
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said I.
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"I know that name."
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"The devil you do!"
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said he.
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"What an ass I was to mention it to you!
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I might have thought.
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Anyhow, it will give you an inkling of our—mysteries.
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Whiskey?"
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"No, thanks; I'm an abstainer."
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"I wish I'd been.
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But it's no use locking the door after the steed is stolen.
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It was that infernal stuff which led to my coming here,—that, and a foggy night.
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I thought myself in luck at the time, when Moreau offered to get me off.
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"Damn!"
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he said, over his first mouthful of food.
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He stared at me for a moment, and then repeated, "Pointed ears?"
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"Little points to them," said I, as calmly as possible, with a catch in my breath;.
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"and a fine black fur at the edges?"
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He helped himself to whiskey and water with great deliberation.
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"I was under the impression—that his hair covered his ears."
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"I saw them as he stooped by me to put that coffee you sent to me on the table.
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And his eyes shine in the dark."
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By this time Montgomery had recovered from the surprise of my question.
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"that there was something the matter with his ears, from the way he covered them.
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What were they like?"
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I was persuaded from his manner that this ignorance was a pretence.
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Still, I could hardly tell the man that I thought him a liar.
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"Pointed," I said; "rather small and furry,—distinctly furry.
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But the whole man is one of the strangest beings I ever set eyes on."
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A sharp, hoarse cry of animal pain came from the enclosure behind us.
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Its depth and volume testified to the puma.
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I saw Montgomery wince.
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"Yes?"
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he said.
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"Where did you pick up the creature?"
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"San Francisco.
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He's an ugly brute, I admit.
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Half-witted, you know.
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Can't remember where he came from.
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But I'm used to him, you know.
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We both are.
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How does he strike you?"
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"He's unnatural," I said.
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It's a touch—of the diabolical, in fact."
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Montgomery had stopped eating while I told him this.
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"Rum!"
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he said.
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"I can't see it."
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He resumed his meal.
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"I had no idea of it," he said, and masticated.
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"The crew of the schooner must have felt it the same.
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Made a dead set at the poor devil.
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You saw the captain?"
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Suddenly the puma howled again, this time more painfully.
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Montgomery swore under his breath.
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I had half a mind to attack him about the men on the beach.
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Then the poor brute within gave vent to a series of short, sharp cries.
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"Your men on the beach," said I; "what race are they?"
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"Excellent fellows, aren't they?"
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said he, absentmindedly, knitting his brows as the animal yelled out sharply.
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I said no more.
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There was another outcry worse than the former.
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He looked at me with his dull grey eyes, and then took some more whiskey.
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He seemed anxious to lay stress on the fact that I owed my life to him.
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I answered him distractedly.
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Presently our meal came to an end;.
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He had spoken of his odd want of nerve, and left me to the obvious application.
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They were painful at first, but their constant resurgence at last altogether upset my balance.
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Presently I got to stopping my ears with my fingers.
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The crying sounded even louder out of doors.
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It was as if all the pain in the world had found a voice.
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It is when suffering finds a voice and sets our nerves quivering that this pity comes troubling us.
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Chapter 8: The Crying Of The Puma.
MONTGOMERY interrupted my tangle of mystification and suspicion about one o'clock,. and his grotesque attendant followed him with a tray bearing bread, some herbs and other eatables, a flask of whiskey, a jug of water, and three glasses and knives. I glanced askance at this strange creature, and found him watching me with his queer, restless eyes. Montgomery said he would lunch with me, but that Moreau was too preoccupied with some work to come.
"Moreau!" said I. "I know that name."
"The devil you do!" said he. "What an ass I was to mention it to you! I might have thought. Anyhow, it will give you an inkling of our—mysteries. Whiskey?"
"No, thanks; I'm an abstainer."
"I wish I'd been. But it's no use locking the door after the steed is stolen. It was that infernal stuff which led to my coming here,—that, and a foggy night. I thought myself in luck at the time, when Moreau offered to get me off. It's queer—"
"Montgomery," said I, suddenly, as the outer door closed, "why has your man pointed ears?"
"Damn!" he said, over his first mouthful of food. He stared at me for a moment, and then repeated, "Pointed ears?"
"Little points to them," said I, as calmly as possible, with a catch in my breath;. "and a fine black fur at the edges?"
He helped himself to whiskey and water with great deliberation. "I was under the impression—that his hair covered his ears."
"I saw them as he stooped by me to put that coffee you sent to me on the table. And his eyes shine in the dark."
By this time Montgomery had recovered from the surprise of my question. "I always thought," he said deliberately, with a certain accentuation of his flavouring of lisp,. "that there was something the matter with his ears, from the way he covered them. What were they like?"
I was persuaded from his manner that this ignorance was a pretence. Still, I could hardly tell the man that I thought him a liar. "Pointed," I said; "rather small and furry,—distinctly furry. But the whole man is one of the strangest beings I ever set eyes on."
A sharp, hoarse cry of animal pain came from the enclosure behind us. Its depth and volume testified to the puma. I saw Montgomery wince.
"Yes?" he said.
"Where did you pick up the creature?"
"San Francisco. He's an ugly brute, I admit. Half-witted, you know. Can't remember where he came from. But I'm used to him, you know. We both are. How does he strike you?"
"He's unnatural," I said. "There's something about him—don't think me fanciful, but it gives me a nasty little sensation, a tightening of my muscles, when he comes near me. It's a touch—of the diabolical, in fact."
Montgomery had stopped eating while I told him this. "Rum!" he said. "I can't see it." He resumed his meal. "I had no idea of it," he said, and masticated. "The crew of the schooner must have felt it the same. Made a dead set at the poor devil. You saw the captain?"
Suddenly the puma howled again, this time more painfully. Montgomery swore under his breath. I had half a mind to attack him about the men on the beach. Then the poor brute within gave vent to a series of short, sharp cries.
"Your men on the beach," said I; "what race are they?"
"Excellent fellows, aren't they?" said he, absentmindedly, knitting his brows as the animal yelled out sharply.
I said no more. There was another outcry worse than the former. He looked at me with his dull grey eyes, and then took some more whiskey. He tried to draw me into a discussion about alcohol, professing to have saved my life with it. He seemed anxious to lay stress on the fact that I owed my life to him. I answered him distractedly.
Presently our meal came to an end;. the misshapen monster with the pointed ears cleared the remains away, and Montgomery left me alone in the room again. All the time he had been in a state of ill-concealed irritation at the noise of the vivisected puma. He had spoken of his odd want of nerve, and left me to the obvious application.
I found myself that the cries were singularly irritating, and they grew in depth and intensity as the afternoon wore on. They were painful at first, but their constant resurgence at last altogether upset my balance. I flung aside a crib of Horace I had been reading, and began to clench my fists, to bite my lips, and to pace the room. Presently I got to stopping my ears with my fingers.
The emotional appeal of those yells grew upon me steadily, grew at last to such an exquisite expression of suffering that I could stand it in that confined room no longer. I stepped out of the door into the slumberous heat of the late afternoon, and walking past the main entrance—locked again, I noticed—turned the corner of the wall.
The crying sounded even louder out of doors. It was as if all the pain in the world had found a voice. Yet had I known such pain was in the next room, and had it been dumb, I believe—I have thought since—I could have stood it well enough. It is when suffering finds a voice and sets our nerves quivering that this pity comes troubling us. But in spite of the brilliant sunlight and the green fans of the trees waving in the soothing sea-breeze,. the world was a confusion, blurred with drifting black and red phantasms, until I was out of earshot of the house in the chequered wall.