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本帖最后由 Reader86 于 2020-12-2 02:31 AM 编辑
Perhaps the proper place for this lady was not a theater in which it was only with the brightest stars of the season that the boxes (even those in the highest tier, which from below seemed like great hampers brimming with human flowers and fastened to the gallery on which they stood by the red cords of their plush-covered partitions) composed a panorama which deaths, scandals, illnesses, quarrels would soon alter, but which this evening was held motionless by attention, heat, giddiness, dust, smartness or boredom, in that so to speak everlasting moment of unconscious waiting and calm torpor which, in retrospect, seems always to have preceded the explosion of a bomb or the first flicker of a fire.
也许剧院中不存在她的一席之地,这里都是当下时尚的明星们;最上层的那些包厢,从下面往上看,犹如一个又一个插着人花的大篮子,用做隔墙的红绒布帘的就像绳子,把它们吊在戏院的房顶上;包厢组成一个完整的场景,而死亡、丑闻、疾病、争吵马上就会改变这个场景,但今晚这个场景被关注、室温、晕眩、尘埃、雅致和厌倦举着,一动不动,停在所谓潜意识等待以及无声漠视的永恒时刻,这些时刻事后看来总是出现在一颗炸弹爆炸,或是一把火开始燃烧的一瞬间之前。 |
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