《First Love, Last Rites》的笔记-第143页
- 章节名：Cocker at the theatre
- 页码：第143页 2014-08-08 02:07:27
只是节选觉得特别精彩的片段，没有全文摘录。‘Well, you’ve heard about the privacy of the sex-uu-aal act, Let me tell you people, just for a fact, Riiiight acroooss the nay-ay-ation It’s the in-out one-two-three Grand Time Copulation.' ‘I know it’s hard, but you have to look as if you are enjoying this thing.’ (His voice rose.) ‘Some people do, you know. It’s a fuck, you understand, not a funeral.’ (His voice sank.) ‘Let’s have it again, with some enthusiasm this time. Jack, please.’ Dale realigned those units rocked out of position and the director climbed the stairs again. It was better, there was no doubt that this time it was better. Dale stood by Jasmin and watched. He put his hand on her shoulder and smiled at her glasses. ‘Darling, it’s good, it’s going to be good.’ Dale said, ‘The two on the end are moving well. If they were all like that I would be out of a job.’ ‘One two, one two,’ she shouted. They did not seem to hear Dale, or the trombones, snare drums and glockenspiel. ‘One fucking two,’ screamed Dale. She appealed to Jasmin. ‘I expect them to have some sense of rhythm.’ But Jasmin did not hear because he was screaming too. ‘Cut! Stop! Turn that thing off, Jack.’ All the couples creaked to a standstill except the couple on the end. Everyone watched the couple on the end, who were rocking faster now. They had their own sinuous rhythm. ‘My God,’ said Jasmin, ‘they’re fucking.’ He shouted at the A.S.M.s. ‘Get them apart, will you, and get those grins off your faces or you won’t work in London again.’ He shouted at the other couples. ‘Clear off, back in half an hour. No, no, stay here.’ He turned to Dale, his voice was hoarse. ‘I’m sorry about this, darling. I know just how you feel. It’s disgusting and obscene, and it’s all my fault. I should have checked them all first. It won’t happen again.’ And while he was talking Dale snipped up the aisle and disappeared. Meanwhile the couple rocked on without music. There was only the creaking of boards beneath the carpet and the woman’s low moans. The A.S.M.s stood about, not sure what to do. ‘Pull them apart,’ Jasmin shouted again. One of the A.S.M.s tugged at the man’s shoulders, but they were sweaty and there was nowhere to hold on. Jasmin turned away, tears in his eyes. It was hard to believe. The others were glad of the break, they stood around and watched. The A.S.M. who had tugged at the shoulders brought on a bucket of water. Jasmin blew his nose. ‘Don’t be pathetic,’ he croaked, ‘they might as well finish it now.’ They juddered to an end as he was speaking. They pushed apart and the girl ran off to the dressing-room, leaving the man standing alone. Jasmin climbed on stage, trembling with sarcasm. ‘Well, well, Portnoy, did you get your little poke? Feeling better now?’ The man stood with his hands behind his back. His prick was angry and gluey, it let itself down in little throbs. ‘Yes, thank you, Mr Cleaver,’ the man said. ‘What’s your name, dear?’ ‘Cocker.’ Jack snorted in his pit, the closest he ever came to laughing. The rest sucked their lips. Jasmin took a deep breath. ‘Well, Cocker, you and the little man stuck on the end of you can crawl off this stage, and take shagging Nellie with you. I hope you find a gutter big enough for two.’ ‘I’m sure we will, Mr Cleaver, thank you.’ Jasmin climbed down into the auditorium. ‘Positions, the rest of you,’ he said. He sat down. There were days when he could weep, really weep. But he did not, he lit a cigarette.
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