她有一次曾把一先令硬币扔进蛇形湖里,以后在没有抛弃过别的东西。但是他把自己的生命抛弃了。他们继续活着(她得回去;那些屋子里仍挤满了人;客人还在不断地来)。他们(一整天她都想着伯尔顿,想着彼得,想着萨莉),他们会变老的。有一种东西是重要的;这种东西被闲聊所环绕、外观被损坏,在她的生活中很少见,人们每天都在腐败、谎言和闲聊中将它一点一滴地丢掉。这种东西他却保留了。死亡就是反抗。死亡就是一种与人交流的努力,因为人们感觉要到达中心是不可能的,这中心神奇地躲着他们;亲近的分离了,狂喜消退了,只剩下孤单的一个人。死亡之中有拥抱。
......“如果现在死去,现在就是最幸福。”
......或者诗人和思想家们也有同感。
She had once thrown a shilling into the Serpentine, never anything more. But he had flung it away. They went on living (she would have to go back; the rooms were still crowded; people kept on coming). They (all day she had been thinking of Bourton, of Peter, of Sally), they would grow old. A thing there was that mattered; a thing, wreathed about with chatter, defaced, obscured in her own life, let drop every day in corruption, lies, chatter. This he had preserved. Death was defiance. Deat... (查看原文)
再说还有那种恐怖感,那种强烈的无能为力的感觉,因为父母把这条生命交到你手里的时候期望你活到老,期望你宁静地与其同行,而你却不能。
Then (she had felt it only this morning) there was the terror; the overwhelming incapacity, one's parents giving it into one's hands, this life, to be lived to the end, to be walked with serenely; there was in the depths of her heart an awful fear. (查看原文)
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一部意识流小说 一个战后 英国详细的一天