I went down to supper. After sitting a long time listening to the long stories of some sailors who had just come from a plum-pudding voyage, as they called it;
我独自下楼去吃饭。几个刚刚进行了葡萄干布了航行—这是水手们通行的叫法，指在赤道以北的大西洋中所做的短距离捕鲸航行—的水手们正讲着海上的故事，他们讲得滔滔不绝，
after listening to these plum-puddingers till nearly eleven o'clock, I went up stairs to go to bed,
我听得也津津有味，到夜里十一点的时候，我想该上楼去了。
feeling quite sure by this time Queequeg must certainly have brought his Ramadan to a termination.
可让我吃惊的是，魁魁格还那样呆坐着！他这么坐了一天了，我真有点生气了。
But no; there he was just where I had left him; he had not stirred an inch. I began to grow vexed with him;
“魁魁格，你动一动吧，吃点饭，别糟踏自己了，你会死的，魁魁格！” 他好像什么也没听见，一动不动。
it seemed so downright senseless and insane to be sitting there all day and half the night on his hams in a cold room, holding a piece of wood on his head.
算了，我自己先睡吧。上床前，我把那件又沉又厚的熊度外套披在了他身上。
