《都柏林人》章节试读

《都柏林人》的笔记-第211页 - 死者

A wave of yet more tender joy escaped from his heart and went coursing in warm flood along his arteries. Like the tender fires of stars moments of their life together, that no one knew of or would ever know of, broke upon and illumined his memory. He longed to recall to her those moments, to make her forget the years of their dull existence together andremember only their moments of ecstasy. For the years, he felt, had not quenched his soul or hers. Their children, his writing, her household cares had not quenched all their souls' tender fire. In one letter that he had written to her then he had said: Why is it that words like these seem to me so dull and cold? Is it because there is no word tender enough to be your name?
又一股柔情蜜意之潮从他心中涌出，沿着他的动脉在温暖的血液里流动。他们一起生活的时刻，那些谁也不知道或永远不会有人知道的时刻，宛如柔和的星光，突然闪现出来照亮了他的回忆。他渴望对她回忆那些时刻，使她忘记这些年他们在一起的沉闷生活，只记住他们那些销魂的时刻。因为他觉得，岁月并没有泯灭他或她的激情。他们的孩子，他的写作，她对家务的操劳，并没有完全泯灭他们心灵深处温柔的情焰。他在昔日写给她的一封信上曾这样写道：“为什么这样一些词我觉得如此乏味和冷漠？是不是因为没有足够温柔的词来称呼你呢？”