自深深处——王尔德致波西的信（六）
自深深处——王尔德致波西的信（六）
作者：奥斯卡·王尔德
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自深深处——王尔德致波西的信（六）
Three years ago is a long time for you to go back. But we who live in prison, and in whose lives there is no event but sorrow, have to measure time by throbs of pain, and the record of bitter moments. We have nothing else to think of. Suffering -- curious as it may sound to you -- is the means by which we exist, because it is the only means by which we become conscious of existing; and the remembrance of suffering in the past is necessary to us as the warrant, the evidence, of our continued identity. Had our life together been as the world fancied it to be, one simply of pleasure, profligacy and laughter, I would not be able to recall a single passage in it. It is because it was full of moments and days tragic, bitter, sinister in their warnings, that I can see or hear each separate incident in its detail, can indeed see or hear little else.
三年前的事了，要你回想当年，这时间的确有点长。但对于我们这些在牢狱里艰难度日的人来说，在那里的生活，除了悲哀，再无他事，只能以肌体的痛感来度量时间，以内心的悲苦来记录时日。我们想不了别的。受苦——在你听来也许会觉得奇怪——意味着我们依然存在，因为这是证明我们一息尚存的唯一方式了。而回忆过去所遭受的苦痛，对于我们十分必要，那就如同是种依据和证明，证实我们还延续着过去的身份。假如我们在一起的生活，真如世人所想象的那样，只是享乐、挥霍和狂欢的话，那么，我会连一个生活片段都想不起来。正因为在那生活中时时、日日充满着的悲剧、痛苦、恶毒，无时无刻不在告诫着我们，那桩桩件件的往事才能如此清晰地历历在目，切切在耳，而别的，就几乎看不到也听不见了。
自深深处——王尔德致波西的信（六）
October 1894, I was trying to finish my last play at Worthing. You insist on being taken to the Grand Hotel at Brighton. The night we arrive you fall ill with that dreadful low fever that is foolishly called the influenza. I need not remind you how I waited on you, and tended you, not merely with every luxury of fruit, flowers, presents,books, and the like that money can procure, but with that affection, tenderness and love that, whatever you may think, is not to be procured for money. I got special grapes from London for you, as you did not care for those the hotel supplied, invented things to please you,remained either with you or in the room next to yours, sat with you every evening to quiet or amuse you. After four or five days you recover, and I take lodgings in order to try and finish my play. You, of course, accompany me.
1894年十月，我待在沃辛，打算把最后一个剧本写完。你坚持要我带你去布莱顿大酒店。我们到的那天晚上，你就病了，是那种可怕的低烧，被人们无知地称为流感。我无需提醒你，那时我是怎样守护和照顾你的，这不仅仅是那些昂贵的水果、鲜花，礼物、书籍之类，用金钱可以买到的东西，而其中包含的那份情感，关切和爱，不管你怎样以为，那都不是金钱的产物。由于你不喜欢旅馆提供的水果，我就专门为你从伦敦买来你特别喜欢的葡萄，我想方设法地让你开心。我不是和你在一起，就是待在你隔壁房间，每夜坐在你身边，安抚或宽慰你，四五天后，你康复了，我打算继续完成我的剧本，便搬去公寓住。而你，当然了，陪着我……
———未完待续
（真念一思译）
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自深深处——王尔德致波西的信（六）
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自深深处——王尔德致波西的信（六）
