It's queer; very queer; and he's queer too; aye, take him fore and aft, he's about the queerest old man Stubb ever sailed with.  这真古怪;真正古怪;他也古怪;噫,算来算去,他该算是斯塔布生平一起出航的最古怪的老头儿。

How he flashed at me!-his eyes like powder-pans!  他对我发了多大的脾气啊!

is he mad! Anyway there's something's on his mind, as sure as there must be something on a deck when it cracks.  那双眼睛活脱是两只火药桶!他疯了吗?总之,他一定是有什么心事,正如甲板上一有响动就必定有什么事情一样。

He aint in his bed now, either, more than three hours out of the twenty-four; and he don't sleep then.  他现在一天二十四小时,躺在床上只有三个钟头,就是躺在床上也不睡觉。

Didn't that Dough-Boy, the steward, tell me that of a morning he always finds the old man's hammock clothes all rumpled and tumbled,  那个名叫汤团的茶房有一天早晨不就告诉我说,他始终看到这老头儿吊铺上的被褥老是弄得乱七八糟,

and the sheets down at the foot, and the coverlid almost tied into knots, and the pillow a sort of frightful hot, as though a baked brick had been on it?  被单缩到床脚跟,床单简直打成许多个结头,枕头可以说是热得怕人,仿佛搁过一块火砖么?

A hot old man! I guess he's got what some folks ashore call a conscience; it's a kind of Tic-Dolly-row they say-worse nor a toothache.  这个激烈的老头儿!我猜想他一定是患了岸上人所说的什么心病了,据说那是一种颜面痉挛症...比牙痛还要难受。

Well, well; I don't know what it is, but the Lord keep me from catching it.  唔,唔;我不知道那究竟是什么毛病,但愿上帝别让我染上这毛病。

He's full of riddles; I wonder what he goes into the after hold for, every night, as Dough-Boy tells me he suspects;  他浑身是谜;我不知道他每天晚上都要到后舱去干什么,那个汤团也对我说,他很怀疑。

what's that for, I should like to know? Who's made appointments with him in the hold?  那究竟是怎么一回事呀?我倒要弄个明白,究竟是谁跟他在后舱里有约会呀?

Ain't that queer, now? But there's no telling, it's the old game-Here goes for a snooze.  这不古怪吗,那么?但是,这很难说,又是老把戏...就在这里打个盹吧。

Damn me, it's worth a fellow's while to be born into the world, if only to fall right asleep.  该死的,人投胎到世间来,即使一生下来就马上睡觉,也是划算的。

And now that I think of it, that's about the first thing babies do, and that's a sort of queer, too.  现在我倒想起睡觉这事情来了,这是小娃娃生下来的第一桩事情,这又是古怪的事。