佛罗伦斯月光下

这段唐顿大小姐玛丽给某某做饭的既视感，看短评也有人说看这书想到唐顿庄园，可能唐顿庄园编剧真的很爱毛姆。开始以为《沉香屑.第一炉香》，或者是个罗马之春的结局，结果是个HE

Coming into the room Mary was acutely sensitive to the general spirit of cheerful goodwill that greeted her, but just that, that headless pleasure in the moment, shocking her like the sudden furnace heat when came out of the cool shade of a narrow Florentine street on a sun-baked square, gave her a sharp, cruel pang of dismay. That poor boy was even now lying under the open sky on a hillside over the Arno with a bullet in his heart. But she caught sight of Rowley at the other end of the room, his eyes upon her, and she remembered what he had said. He was making his way towards her. Harold Atkinson, her host, was a fine handsome gray-haired man, plethoric and somewhat corpulent, with an eye for a pretty woman, and he was fond of flirting in a heavy, fatherly way with Mary. He was holding her hand now longer than was necessary. Rowley came up.

He put his arm around her and in that sumptuous, empty room, in the dead of night, they waltzed to the old-fashioned charming tune of the Viennese conductor. Then she took his hand and led him out into the garden. By the garish light of day it had sometimes a look that was a trifle forlorn, like a woman much loved who has lost her loveliness; but now under the full moon, with its trimmed hedges and ancient trees, with its grotto and its lawns , It was thrilling and secret. The centuries fell alway and wandering there you felt yourself the inhabitant of a fresher, younger world in which instinct was more reckless and consequences less material. The light summer air was scented with the white flowers of night.

“I should like to die this night. Nothing so wonderful will ever happen to me again. I shall think of it all my life. I shall always have this evening to remember, the glimpse of your beauty and the recollection of this lovely spot. I shall always think of you as a goddess in heaven and I shall pray to you as though you were the Madonna."