少年派的奇幻漂流 Chapter 76

Chapter 76

I got into the habit of cleaning up after Richard Parker. As soon as I became aware that he had had a bowel¹ movement, I went about getting to it, a risky² operation involving nudging his feces my way with the gaff and reaching for them from the tarpaulin³. Feces can be infected with parasites⁴. This does not matter with animals in the wild since they rarely spend any time next to their feces and mostly have a neutral relationship to them; tree dwellers⁵ hardly see them at all and land animals normally excrete and move on. In the compact territory of a zoo, however, the case is quite different, and to leave feces in an animal's enclosure is to invite reinfection by encouraging the animal to eat them, animals being gluttons⁶ for anything that remotely resembles food. That is why enclosures are cleaned, out of concern for the intestinal⁷ health of animals, not to spare the eyes and noses of visitors. But upholding the Patel family's reputation for high standards in zookeeping was not my concern in the case at hand. In a matter of weeks Richard Parker became constipated and his bowel movements came no more than once a month, so my dangerous janitoring was hardly worth it from a sanitary⁸ point of view. It was for another reason that I did it: it was because the first time Richard Parker relieved himself in the lifeboat, I noticed that he tried to hide the result. The significance of this was not lost on me. To display his feces openly, to flaunt⁹ the smell of them, would have been a sign of social dominance. Conversely, to hide them, or try to, was a sign of deference¹⁰ - of deference to me.

I could tell that it made him nervous. He stayed low, his head cocked back and his ears flat to the sides, a quiet, sustained growl¹¹ coming from him. I proceeded with exceptionalalertness and deliberation, not only to preserve my life but also to give him the right signal. The right signal was that when I had his feces in my hand, I rolled them about for some seconds, brought them close to my nose and sniffed¹² them loudly, and swung my gaze his way a few times in a showy manner, glaring at him wide-eyed (with fear, if only he knew) long enough to give him the willies, but not so long as to provoke him. And with each swing of my gaze, I blew in a low, menacing way in the whistle. By doing this, by badgering him with my eyes (for, of course, with all animals, including us, to stare is an aggressive act) and by sounding that whistle cry that had such ominous¹⁴ associations in his mind, I made clear to Richard Parker that it was my right, my lordly right, to fondle and sniff¹³ his feces if I wanted to.

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