陌生人的孩子

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• When the ladies withdrew for coffee the dining-room door was firmly closed, but the louder sounds carried across the hall—Cecil's yap, and now and again the awkward note of Huey's laughter. One never knew what went on, as they pushed the decanter round; whatever it was, it stayed in the room. All they ever brought in with them afterwards was a sporting sense of solidarity and the comfortable stink of cigars. The women's team, by contrast, was plainly unfocused and without a strategy. (查看原文)

  苏夫佳 2016-07-19 17:58:37

• She felt something similar, but worse in a way, about hundreds and hundreds of books she'd read, novels, biographies, occasional books about music and art—she could remember nothing about them at all, so that it seemed rather pointless even to say that she had read them; such claims were a thing people set great store by but she hardly supposed they recalled any more than she did. Sometimes a book persisted as a coloured shadow at the edge of sight, as vague and unrecapturable as something seen in the rain from a passing vehicle: looked at directly it vanished altogether. Sometimes there were atmospheres, even the rudiments of a scene: a man in an office looking over Regent's Park, rain in the streets outside—a little blurred etching of a situation she would never, could never, trace back ... (查看原文)

  苏夫佳 2016-07-25 18:06:14

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