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| 【書摘】索多姆和戈摩爾—愛情的模樣 (The appearance of love) 3 Comme la vue est un sens trompeur, un corps humain, même aimé, comme était celui d’Albertine, nous semble, à quelques mètres, à quelques centimètres, distant de nous. Et l’âme qui est à lui de même. Seulement, que quelque chose change violemment la place de cette âme par rapport à nous, nous montre qu’elle aime d’autres êtres et pas nous, alors, aux battements de notre coeur disloqué, nous sentons que c’est, non pas à quelques pas de nous, mais en nous, qu’était la créature chérie. En nous, dans des régions plus ou moins superficielles. Mais les mots : « Cette amie, c’est Mlle Vinteuil » avaient été le Sésame, que j’eusse été incapable de trouver moi-même, qui avait fait entrer Albertine dans la profondeur de mon coeur déchiré. Et la porte qui s’était refermée sur elle, j’aurais pu chercher pendant cent ans sans savoir comment on pourrait la rouvrir. (l’édition Gallimard, Paris, 1946-47) 視覺是何等騙人的感覺！一個人體，甚至是所愛的身體，比如阿爾貝蒂娜的玉體吧，離我們雖然只有幾米，幾釐米，可我們卻感到異常遙遠。而屬於她的靈魂也是如此。只是，只要某件事猛然改變著這個靈魂與我們之間的位置，向我們表明，她愛的是別人，而不是我們，此時此刻，我們的心跳散了架，我們頓時感到，心愛的造物不是離我們幾步遠，而就在我們心上。在我們心上，在或深或淺的地方。但這句話：「這個女朋友，就是凡德伊小姐」已經成了芝麻開門的咒語，我自己原是無法找到這個秘訣的，是它讓阿爾貝蒂娜進入我那破碎的心的深處。她進門後即重新關嚴的石門，我即使花上百年時間，也弄不懂到底怎樣才能重新把石門打開。 (p.562 追憶似水年華 IV索多姆和戈摩爾 聯經版 1992) As our vision is a deceiving sense, a human body, even when it is loved as Albertine’s was, seems to us to be at a few yards’, at a few inches’ distance from us. And similarly with the soul that inhabits it. But something need only effect a violent change in the relative position of that soul to ourselves, to shew us that she is in love with others and not with us, then by the beating of our dislocated heart we feel that it is not a yard away from us but within us that the beloved creature was. Within us, in regions more or less superficial. But the words: ‘That friend is Mlle. Vinteuil’ had been the Open sesame which I should have been incapable of discovering by myself, which had made Albertine penetrate to the depths of my shattered heart. And the door that had closed behind her, I might seek for a hundred years without learning how it might be opened. (Translated by C. K. Scott Moncrieff) What a deceitful sense sight is! A human body, even when loved, as was that of Albertine, seems, from a few meters, a few centimeters away, distant from us. And the soul that belongs to it likewise. Except that, should something come violently to alter the position of that soul in relation to us, to show us that it loves other human beings and not ourselves, then, by the beating of our dislocated hearts, we feel that the cherished creature was not a few feet away but inside us. Inside us, in more or less superficial regions. But the words “That friend is Mile Vinteuil” had been the “Open sesame” that I would have been incapable of finding for myself, which had caused Albertine to penetrate deep into my lacerated heart. And I might have searched for a hundred years without knowing how the door might be reopened that had closed on her. (Translated by John Sturrock) |
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