Roh seseorang masuk lebih jauh dalam mimpi daripada yang dilakukannya pada siang hari. Wandering once by night from a factory city I came to the edge of Hell. The place was foul with cinders and cast-off things, and jagged, half-buried things with shapeless edges, and there was a huge gothic angel with a hammer building in plaster and steel. Wandering sekali malam dari sebuah kota pabrik saya tiba di tepi neraka. Tempat itu busuk dengan abu dan hal-hal yg dibuang, dan bergerigi, setengah terkubur sesuatu dengan tepi tak berbentuk, dan ada malaikat gothik besar dengan palu bangunan di plester dan baja.
I wondered what he did in that dreadful place. Aku bertanya-tanya apa yang dia lakukan di tempat yang mengerikan. I hesitated, then asked him what he was building. Aku ragu-ragu, lalu bertanya kepadanya apa yang sedang dibangunnya. "We are adding to Hell," he said, "to keep pace with the times." "Kami menambahkan ke Neraka," katanya, "untuk mengikuti perkembangan zaman." "Don't be too hard on them," I said, for I had just come out of a compromising age and a weakening country. "Jangan terlalu keras pada mereka," kataku, karena aku baru saja keluar dari usia yang memalukan dan melemahnya negara. The gothic angel did not answer. Para malaikat gothic tidak menjawab. "It won't be as bad as the old hell, will it?" "Itu tidak akan seburuk neraka yang lama, bukan?" I said. Kataku. "Worse," said the gothic angel. "Lebih buruk lagi," kata si gothic malaikat.
"How can you reconcile it with your conscience as a Minister of Grace," I said, "to inflict such a punishment?" "Bagaimana kau bisa berdamai dengan hati nurani Anda sebagai Menteri Grace," kataku, "untuk menimbulkan seperti hukuman?" (They talked like this in the city whence I had come and I could not avoid the habit of it.) "They have invented a new cheap yeast," said the gothic angel. I looked at the legend on the walls of the hell that the gothic angel was building, the words were written in flame, every fifteen seconds they changed their color, "Yeasto, the great new yeast, it builds up body and brain, and something more." (Mereka berbicara seperti ini di kota mana aku datang dan aku tidak bisa menghindari kebiasaan ini.) "Mereka telah menciptakan ragi murah baru," kata si gotik malaikat. Aku menatap legenda di dinding dari neraka yang Gothic malaikat sedang membangun, kata-kata itu ditulis dalam api, setiap lima belas detik mereka mengubah warna mereka, "Yeasto, ragi baru besar, itu membangun tubuh dan otak, dan sesuatu yang lebih."
"They shall look at it for ever," the gothic angel said. "But they drove a perfectly legitimate trade," I said, "the law allowed it." "Mereka akan melihat itu selama-lamanya," kata malaikat yang gotik. "Tapi mereka mengendarai perdagangan sah," kataku, "hukum itu diperbolehkan."
The gothic angel went on hammering into place the huge steel uprights. "You are very revengeful," I said. Yang gothic malaikat terus menggedor ke tempatnya uprights baja yang besar. "Kau sangat dendam," kataku. "Do you never rest from doing this terrible work?" "Apakah Anda pernah beristirahat dari melakukan pekerjaan yang mengerikan ini?"
"I rested one Christmas Day," the gothic angel said, "and looked and saw little children dying of cancer. I shall go on now until the fires are lit." "Aku beristirahat satu hari Natal," kata malaikat yang gothik, "dan melihat dan melihat anak-anak kecil sekarat karena kanker. Aku akan pergi sekarang sampai api menyala."
"It is very hard to prove," I said, "that the yeast is as bad as you think." "After all," I said, "they must live." "Sangat sulit untuk membuktikan," kataku, "bahwa ragi adalah seburuk yang Anda pikirkan." "Lagi pula," kataku, "mereka harus hidup."
And the gothic angel made no answer but went on building his hell. Dan malaikat gothic tidak menjawab tetapi terus membangun neraka.
By: Lord Dunsany, Fifty-One Tales, 1915. By: Tuhan Dunsany, Fifty-Satu Tales, 1915.
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