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| 【書摘】女囚—關於阿爾貝蒂娜 (About Albertine) 5 J’écoutais cette murmurante émanation mystérieuse, douce comme un zéphir marin, féerique comme ce clair de lune, qu’était son sommeil. Tant qu’il persistait, je pouvais rêver à elle, et pourtant la regarder, et quand ce sommeil devenait plus profond, la toucher, l’embrasser. Ce que j’éprouvais alors, c’était un amour devant quelque chose d’aussi pur, d’aussi immatériel dans sa sensibilité, d’aussi mystérieux que si j’avais été devant les créatures inanimées que sont les beautés de la nature. Et, en effet, dès qu’elle dormait un peu profondément, elle cessait seulement d’être la plante qu’elle avait été ; son sommeil, au bord duquel je rêvais, avec une fraîche volupté dont je ne me fusse jamais lassé et que j’eusse pu goûter indéfiniment, c’était pour moi tout un paysage. Son sommeil mettait à mes côtés quelque chose d’aussi calme, d’aussi sensuellement délicieux que ces nuits de pleine lune dans la baie de Balbec devenue douce comme un lac, où les branches bougent à peine, où, étendu sur le sable, l’on écouterait sans fin se briser le reflux. (l’édition Gallimard, Paris, 1946-47) 我傾聽著這神秘而輕柔的聲音，溫馨如海上的和風，縹緲如月光的清輝——那就是她朦朧的睡意。只要這睡意還在持續，我就可以在心裡盡情地想她，同時凝視著她，而當這睡意變得愈來愈深沉時，我就撫摸她、吻她。我此時感受到的，是一種純潔的、超物質的、神秘的愛，一如我面對的是體現大自然的美的那些沒有生命的造物。其實，生她睡得更熟一些以後，她就不再只是先前的那棵植物了；我在她睡意的邊緣，懷著一種清新的快感陷入了沉想，這種快感我永遠也不會厭倦，但願能無窮無盡地享受下去；她的睡意，對我來說是一片風光旖旎的沃土，她的睡意在我身邊留下了一些那麼寧靜悠遠，那麼肉感怡人的東西，就像巴爾貝克那些月光如水的夜晚，那時樹枝幾乎停止了搖曳，仰臥在沙灘上時時可以聽見落潮碎成點點浪花的聲音。 (p.71 追憶似水年華 V 女囚 聯經版 1992) I listened to this murmuring, mysterious emanation, soft as a breeze from the sea, fairylike as that moonlight which was her sleep. So long as it lasted, I was free to think about her and at the same time to look at her, and, when her sleep grew deeper, to touch, to kiss her. What I felt then was love in the presence of something as pure, as immaterial in its feelings, as mysterious, as if I had been in the presence of those inanimate creatures which are the beauties of nature. And indeed, as soon as her sleep became at all heavy, she ceased to be merely the plant that she had been; her sleep, on the margin of which I remained musing, with a fresh delight of which I never tired, but could have gone on enjoying indefinitely, was to me an undiscovered country. Her sleep brought within my reach something as calm, as sensually delicious as those nights of full moon on the bay of Balbec, turned quiet as a lake over which the branches barely stir, where stretched out upon the sand one could listen for hours on end to the waves breaking and receding. (Translated by C. K. Scott Moncrieff) I listened to that mysterious, murmuring emanation, gentle as a soft breeze over the sea, fairylike as the moonlight: the sound of her sleep. So long as it continued I could dream of her and look at her at the same time, and when her sleep became deeper, touch her and kiss her. What I experienced then was a love for something as pure, as immaterial, as mysterious as if I had been before those inanimate creatures that we call the beauties of nature. And indeed, once she had fallen into a deeper sleep, she was no longer just a plant; her slumber, on the edge of which I dreamed, experiencing a new, limpid pleasure of which I would never have tired and which I could have gone on enjoying indefinitely, had become for me a whole landscape. Having her asleep at my side offered something as sensually delicious as my moonlit nights on the bay at Balbec, when the water was calm as a lake amid scarcely moving branches, and one could lie on the beach forever, listening to the sound of the sea. (Translated by Carol Clark) |
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