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| 【書摘】女囚—嫉妒的真實與想像 (Reality and imagination of Jealousy) 4 Et pourtant pour Albertine, pour Andrée, et pour moi-même, je sentais que je n’étais rien. Et je comprenais l’impossibilité où se heurte l’amour. Nous nous imaginons qu’il a pour objet un être qui peut être couché devant nous, enfermé dans un corps. Hélas ! il est l’extension de cet être à tous les points de l’espace et du temps que cet être a occupés et occupera. Si nous ne possédons pas son contact avec tel lieu, avec telle heure, nous ne le possédons pas. Or nous ne pouvons toucher tous ces points. Si encore ils nous étaient désignés, peut-être pourrions-nous nous étendre jusqu’à eux. Mais nous tâtonnons sans les trouver. De là la défiance, la jalousie, les persécutions. Nous perdons un temps précieux sur une piste absurde et nous passons sans le soupçonner à côté du vrai. (l’édition Gallimard, Paris, 1946-47) 可是我覺著，無論是對阿爾貝蒂娜，對安德列，還是對我自己，我又都是那麼無足輕重。我意識到愛情是撞在不可能性這堵牆上了。我們以為愛情的目標就是這麼一個存在，它安睡在我們面前，寓於一個軀體之中。可是，唉！愛情卻是這個存在向它在空間和時間中曾經佔據或將要佔據的所有那些地點和瞬間的擴張。如果我們沒有掌握它與這個或那個地點、這個或那個時刻的聯繫，我們就沒有佔有它。然而我們是不可能觸摸到所有這些地點和瞬間的，倘若這些地點和瞬間都是一一指明的，或許我們還能設法去摸到它們。可是，我們只是四下瞎摸，結果一無所獲。這就發出了懷疑、嫉妒和痛苦的困擾。我們把寶貴的時間浪費在荒誕無稽的線索上，與事情的真相擦肩而過卻懵然不知。 (p.104 追憶似水年華 V 女囚 聯經版 1992) And yet, to Albertine, to Andrée, and to myself, I felt that I was nothing. And I realised the impossibility against which love is powerless. We imagine that love has as its object a person whom we can see lying down before our eyes, enclosed in a human body. Alas, it is the extension of that person to all the points in space and time which the person has occupied and will occupy. If we do not possess its contact with this or that place, this or that hour, we do not possess it. But we cannot touch all these points. If only they were indicated to us, we might perhaps contrive to reach out to them. But we grope for them without finding them. Hence mistrust, jealousy, persecutions. We waste precious time upon absurd clues and pass by the truth without suspecting it. (Translated by C. K. Scott Moncrieff) And yet I knew that I was nothing to Albertine, to Andrée, to myself. And I understood the impossible obstacle facing love. We imagine that love has for its object a being which can lie down before us, enclosed in a body. Alas! It is the extension of that body to every point in space and time which that being has occupied or will occupy. If we do not grasp its point of contact with a given place, a given time, then we do not possess it. But we cannot touch all these points. If at least they were indicated to us, perhaps we could stretch out to reach them. But we can only feel for them blindly. Hence our mistrust, our jealousy, our persecutions. We waste irreplaceable time on an absurd trail and pass by the truth without knowing it. (Translated by Carol Clark) |
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