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| 【書摘】在斯萬家那邊—瑪德萊娜 (Madeleine) 9 Et dès que j’eus reconnu le goût du morceau de madeleine trempé dans le tilleul que me donnait ma tante (quoique je ne susse pas encore et dusse remettre à bien plus tard de découvrir pourquoi ce souvenir me rendait si heureux), aussitôt la vieille maison grise sur la rue, où était sa chambre, vint comme un décor de théâtre s’appliquer au petit pavillon donnant sur le jardin, qu’on avait construit pour mes parents sur ses derrières (ce pan tronqué que seul j’avais revu jusque-là) ; et avec la maison, la ville, (éditions Gallimard, 1987) 雖然我當時並不知道——得等到以後才發現——為什麼那件往事竟使我那麼高興，但是我一旦品出那點心的滋味同我的姨媽給我吃過的點心的滋味一樣，她住過的那幢面臨大街的灰樓便像舞臺佈景一樣呈現在我的眼前，而且同另一幢面對花園的小樓貼在一起，那小樓是專為我的父母蓋的，位於灰樓的後面（在這以前，我歷歷在目的只有父母的小樓）；隨著灰樓而來的是城裡的景象，從早到晚每時每刻的情狀，午飯前他們讓我去玩的那個廣場，我奔走過的街巷以及晴天我們散步經過的地方。就像日本人愛玩的那種遊戲一樣：他們抓一把起先沒有明顯區別的碎紙片，扔進一隻盛滿清水的大碗裡，碎紙片著水之後便伸展開來，出現不同的輪廓，泛起不同的顏色，千姿百態，變成花，變成樓閣，變成人物，而且人物都五官可辨，鬚眉畢現；同樣，那時我們家花園裡的各色鮮花，還有斯萬先生家花園裡的姹紫嫣紅，還有維福納河塘裡飄浮的睡蓮，還有善良的村民和他們的小屋，還有教堂，還有貢布雷的一切和市鎮周圍的景物，全都顯出形跡，並且逼真而實在，大街小巷和花園都從我的茶杯中脫穎而出。 (p.53-54 追憶似水年華 I 在斯萬家那邊 聯經版 1992) 一旦我認出了姑媽給我的在椴花茶裡浸過的瑪德萊娜的味道 (雖說當時我還不明白，直到後來才了解這一記憶何以會讓我變得那麼高興)，她的房間所在的那幢臨街的灰牆舊宅，馬上就顯現在我眼前，猶如跟後面小樓相配套的一幕舞台布景，那座面朝花園的小樓，原先是為我父母造在舊宅後部的 (在這以前，我在回想中看到的僅僅是這一截場景)。隨著這座宅子，又顯現出這座小城不論晴雨從清晨到夜晚的景象，還有午餐前常讓我去玩的那個廣場，我常去買東西的那些街道，以及晴朗的日子我們常去散步的那些小路。這很像日本人玩的一個遊戲，他們把一些折好的小紙片，浸在盛滿清水的瓷碗裡，這些形狀差不多的小紙片，在往下沉的當口，紛紛伸展開來，顯出輪廓，展示色彩，變幻不定，或為花，或為房屋，或為人物，而神態各異，惟妙惟肖，現在也是這樣，我們的花園和斯萬先生的苗圃裡的所有花卉，還有維沃納河裡的睡蓮，鄉間本分的村民和他們的小屋，教堂，整個貢布雷和它周圍的景色，一切的一切，形態繽紛，具體而微，大街小巷和花園，全都從我的茶杯裡浮現了出來。 (p.52 追尋逝去的時光 I 去斯萬家那邊 上海譯文版 周克希譯 2004) And once I had recognized the taste of the crumb of madeleine soaked in her decoction of lime-flowers which my aunt used to give me (although I did not yet know and must long postpone the discovery of why this memory made me so happy) immediately the old grey house upon the street, where her room was, rose up like the scenery of a theatre to attach itself to the little pavilion, opening on to the garden, which had been built out behind it for my parents (the isolated panel which until that moment had been all that I could see); and with the house the town, from morning to night and in all weathers, the Square where I was sent before luncheon, the streets along which I used to run errands, the country roads we took when it was fine. And just as the Japanese amuse themselves by filling a porcelain bowl with water and steeping in it little crumbs of paper which until then are without character or form, but, the moment they become wet, stretch themselves and bend, take on colour and distinctive shape, become flowers or houses or people, permanent and recognisable, so in that moment all the flowers in our garden and in M. Swann’s park, and the water-lilies on the Vivonne and the good folk of the village and their little dwellings and the parish church and the whole of Combray and of its surroundings, taking their proper shapes and growing solid, sprang into being, town and gardens alike, from my cup of tea. (Translated by C. K. Scott Moncrieff ) And as soon as I had recognized the taste of the piece of madeleine dipped in lime-blossom tea that my aunt used to give me (though I did not yet know and had to put off to much later discovering why this memory made me so happy), immediately the old gray house on the street, where her bedroom was, came like a stage set to attach itself to the little wing opening onto the garden that had been built for my parents behind it (that truncated section which was all I had seen before then); and with the house the town, from morning to night and in all weathers, the Square, where they sent me before lunch, the streets where I went on errands, the paths we took if the weather was fine. And as in that game enjoyed by the Japanese in which they fill a porcelain bowl with water and steep in it little pieces of paper until then indistinct which, the moment they are immersed, stretch and twist, assume colors and distinctive shapes, become flowers, houses, human figures, firm and recognizable, so now all the flowers in our garden and in M. Swann’s park, and the water lilies of the Vivonne, and the good people of the village and their little dwellings and the church and all of Combray and its surroundings, all of this which is acquiring form and solidity, emerged, town and gardens alike, from my cup of tea. (Translated by Lydia Davis) |
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