第50章

类别:其他 作者:Virginia Woolf字数:5645更新时间:18/12/27 08:07:33
Hetoldhernotonlywhathadhappened,butwhathehadthoughtandfelt,andsketchedforherportraitswhichfascinatedherofwhatothermenandwomenmightbesupposedtobethinkingandfeeling,sothatshebecameveryanxioustogobacktoEngland,whichwasfullofpeople,whereshecouldmerelystandinthestreetsandlookatthem。 Accordingtohim,too,therewasanorder,apatternwhichmadelifereasonable,orifthatwordwasfoolish,madeitofdeepinterestanyhow,forsometimesitseemedpossibletounderstandwhythingshappenedastheydid。Norwerepeoplesosolitaryanduncommunicativeasshebelieved。Sheshouldlookforvanity—— forvanitywasacommonquality——firstinherself,andtheninHelen,inRidley,inSt。John,theyallhadtheirshareofit—— andshewouldfinditintenpeopleoutofeverytwelveshemet; andoncelinkedtogetherbyonesuchtieshewouldfindthemnotseparateandformidable,butpracticallyindistinguishable,andshewouldcometolovethemwhenshefoundthattheywerelikeherself。 Ifshedeniedthis,shemustdefendherbeliefthathumanbeingswereasvariousasthebeastsattheZoo,whichhadstripesandmanes,andhornsandhumps;andso,wrestlingovertheentirelistoftheiracquaintances,anddivergingintoanecdoteandtheoryandspeculation,theycametoknoweachother。 Thehourspassedquickly,andseemedtothemfulltoleaking-point。 Afteranight’ssolitudetheywerealwaysreadytobeginagain。 ThevirtueswhichMrs。Ambrosehadoncebelievedtoexistinfreetalkbetweenmenandwomendidintruthexistforbothofthem,althoughnotquiteinthemeasuresheprescribed。 Farmorethanuponthenatureofsextheydweltuponthenatureofpoetry,butitwastruethattalkwhichhadnoboundariesdeepenedandenlargedthestrangelysmallbrightviewofagirl。 Inreturnforwhathecouldtellhershebroughthimsuchcuriosityandsensitivenessofperception,thathewasledtodoubtwhetheranygiftbestowedbymuchreadingandlivingwasquitetheequalofthatforpleasureandpain。Whatwouldexperiencegiveherafterall,exceptakindofridiculousformalbalance,likethatofadrilleddoginthestreet?Helookedatherfaceandwonderedhowitwouldlookintwentyyears’time,whentheeyeshaddulled,andtheforeheadworethoselittlepersistentwrinkleswhichseemtoshowthatthemiddle-agedarefacingsomethinghardwhichtheyoungdonotsee?Whatwouldthehardthingbeforthem,hewondered?ThenhisthoughtsturnedtotheirlifeinEngland。 ThethoughtofEnglandwasdelightful,fortogethertheywouldseetheoldthingsfreshly;itwouldbeEnglandinJune,andtherewouldbeJunenightsinthecountry;andthenightingalessinginginthelanes,intowhichtheycouldstealwhentheroomgrewhot;andtherewouldbeEnglishmeadowsgleamingwithwaterandsetwithstolidcows,andcloudsdippinglowandtrailingacrossthegreenhills。 Ashesatintheroomwithher,hewishedveryoftentobebackagaininthethickoflife,doingthingswithRachel。 Hecrossedtothewindowandexclaimed,“Lord,howgooditistothinkoflanes,muddylanes,withbramblesandnettles,youknow,andrealgrassfields,andfarmyardswithpigsandcows,andmenwalkingbesidecartswithpitchforks——there’snothingtocomparewiththathere——lookatthestonyredearth,andthebrightbluesea,andtheglaringwhitehouses——howtiredonegetsofit!Andtheair,withoutastainorawrinkle。I’dgiveanythingforaseamist。“ Rachel,too,hadbeenthinkingoftheEnglishcountry:theflatlandrollingawaytothesea,andthewoodsandthelongstraightroads,whereonecanwalkformileswithoutseeinganyone,andthegreatchurchtowersandthecurioushousesclusteredinthevalleys,andthebirds,andthedusk,andtherainfallingagainstthewindows。 “ButLondon,London’stheplace,“Terencecontinued。Theylookedtogetheratthecarpet,asthoughLondonitselfweretobeseentherelyingonthefloor,withallitsspiresandpinnaclesprickingthroughthesmoke。 “Onthewhole,whatIshouldlikebestatthismoment,“ Terencepondered,“wouldbetofindmyselfwalkingdownKingsway,bythosebigplacards,youknow,andturningintotheStrand。 PerhapsImightgoandlookoverWaterlooBridgeforamoment。 ThenI’dgoalongtheStrandpasttheshopswithallthenewbooksinthem,andthroughthelittlearchwayintotheTemple。 Ialwayslikethequietaftertheuproar。Youhearyourownfootstepssuddenlyquiteloud。TheTemple’sverypleasant。IthinkIshouldgoandseeifIcouldfinddearoldHodgkin——themanwhowritesbooksaboutVanEyck,youknow。WhenIleftEnglandhewasverysadabouthistamemagpie。Hesuspectedthatamanhadpoisonedit。 AndthenRusselllivesonthenextstaircase。Ithinkyou’dlikehim。He’sapassionforHandel。Well,Rachel,“heconcluded,dismissingthevisionofLondon,“weshallbedoingthattogetherinsixweeks’time,andit’llbethemiddleofJunethen——andJuneinLondon——myGod!howpleasantitallis!“ “Andwe’recertaintohaveittoo,“shesaid。“Itisn’tasifwewereexpectingagreatdeal——onlytowalkaboutandlookatthings。“ “Onlyathousandayearandperfectfreedom,“hereplied。 “HowmanypeopleinLondond’youthinkhavethat?“ “Andnowyou’vespoiltit,“shecomplained。“Nowwe’vegottothinkofthehorrors。“Shelookedgrudginglyatthenovelwhichhadoncecausedherperhapsanhour’sdiscomfort,sothatshehadneveropeneditagain,butkeptitonhertable,andlookedatitoccasionally,assomemedievalmonkkeptaskull,oracrucifixtoremindhimofthefrailtyofthebody。 “Isittrue,Terence,“shedemanded,“thatwomendiewithbugscrawlingacrosstheirfaces?“ “Ithinkit’sveryprobable,“hesaid。“Butyoumustadmit,Rachel,thatwesoseldomthinkofanythingbutourselvesthatanoccasionaltwingeisreallyratherpleasant。“ Accusinghimofanaffectionofcynicismwhichwasjustasbadassentimentalityitself,sheleftherpositionbyhissideandkneltuponthewindowsill,twistingthecurtaintasselsbetweenherfingers。 Avaguesenseofdissatisfactionfilledher。 “What’ssodetestableinthiscountry,“sheexclaimed,“istheblue—— alwaysblueskyandbluesea。It’slikeacurtain——allthethingsonewantsareontheothersideofthat。Iwanttoknowwhat’sgoingonbehindit。Ihatethesedivisions,don’tyou,Terence?Onepersonallinthedarkaboutanotherperson。NowIlikedtheDalloways,“ shecontinued,“andthey’regone。Ishallneverseethemagain。 Justbygoingonashipwecutourselvesoffentirelyfromtherestoftheworld。IwanttoseeEnglandthere——Londonthere——allsortsofpeople——whyshouldn’tone?whyshouldonebeshutupallbyoneselfinaroom?“ Whileshespokethushalftoherselfandwithincreasingvagueness,becausehereyewascaughtbyashipthathadjustcomeintothebay,shedidnotseethatTerencehadceasedtostarecontentedlyinfrontofhim,andwaslookingatherkeenlyandwithdissatisfaction。 Sheseemedtobeabletocutherselfadriftfromhim,andtopassawaytounknownplaceswhereshehadnoneedofhim。Thethoughtrousedhisjealousy。 “Isometimesthinkyou’renotinlovewithmeandneverwillbe,“ hesaidenergetically。Shestartedandturnedroundathiswords。 “Idon’tsatisfyyouinthewayyousatisfyme,“hecontinued。 “There’ssomethingIcan’tgetholdofinyou。Youdon’twantmeasIwantyou——you’realwayswantingsomethingelse。“ Hebeganpacingupanddowntheroom。 “PerhapsIasktoomuch,“hewenton。“Perhapsitisn’treallypossibletohavewhatIwant。Menandwomenaretoodifferent。 Youcan’tunderstand——youdon’tunderstand——“ Hecameuptowhereshestoodlookingathiminsilence。 Itseemedtohernowthatwhathewassayingwasperfectlytrue,andthatshewantedmanymorethingsthantheloveofonehumanbeing—— thesea,thesky。Sheturnedagainthelookedatthedistantblue,whichwassosmoothandserenewheretheskymetthesea;shecouldnotpossiblywantonlyonehumanbeing。 “Orisitonlythisdamnableengagement?“hecontinued。“Let’sbemarriedhere,beforewegoback——orisittoogreatarisk? Arewesurewewanttomarryeachother?“ Theybeganpacingupanddowntheroom,butalthoughtheycameveryneareachotherintheirpacing,theytookcarenottotoucheachother。Thehopelessnessoftheirpositionovercamethemboth。 Theywereimpotent;theycouldneverloveeachothersufficientlytoovercomeallthesebarriers,andtheycouldneverbesatisfiedwithless。Realisingthiswithintolerablekeennessshestoppedinfrontofhimandexclaimed: “Let’sbreakitoff,then。“ Thewordsdidmoretounitethemthananyamountofargument。 Asiftheystoodontheedgeofaprecipicetheyclungtogether。 Theyknewthattheycouldnotseparate;painfulandterribleitmightbe,buttheywerejoinedforever。Theylapsedintosilence,andafteratimecrepttogetherinsilence。Merelytobesoclosesoothedthem,andsittingsidebysidethedivisionsdisappeared,anditseemedasiftheworldwereoncemoresolidandentire,andasif,insomestrangeway,theyhadgrownlargerandstronger。 Itwaslongbeforetheymoved,andwhentheymoveditwaswithgreatreluctance。Theystoodtogetherinfrontofthelooking-glass,andwithabrushtriedtomakethemselveslookasiftheyhadbeenfeelingnothingallthemorning,neitherpainnorhappiness。 Butitchilledthemtoseethemselvesintheglass,forinsteadofbeingvastandindivisibletheywerereallyverysmallandseparate,thesizeoftheglassleavingalargespaceforthereflectionofotherthings。 Butnobrushwasabletoeffacecompletelytheexpressionofhappiness,sothatMrs。Ambrosecouldnottreatthemwhentheycamedownstairsasiftheyhadspentthemorninginawaythatcouldbediscussednaturally。 Thisbeingso,shejoinedintheworld’sconspiracytoconsiderthemforthetimeincapacitatedfromthebusinessoflife,struckbytheirintensityoffeelingintoenmityagainstlife,andalmostsucceededindismissingthemfromherthoughts。 Shereflectedthatshehaddoneallthatitwasnecessarytodoinpracticalmatters。Shehadwrittenagreatmanyletters,andhadobtainedWilloughby’sconsent。ShehaddweltsooftenuponMr。Hewet’sprospects,hisprofession,hisbirth,appearance,andtemperament,thatshehadalmostforgottenwhathewasreallylike。Whensherefreshedherselfbyalookathim,sheusedtowonderagainwhathewaslike,andthen,concludingthattheywerehappyatanyrate,thoughtnomoreaboutit。 Shemightmoreprofitablyconsiderwhatwouldhappeninthreeyears’ time,orwhatmighthavehappenedifRachelhadbeenlefttoexploretheworldunderherfather’sguidance。Theresult,shewashonestenoughtoown,mighthavebeenbetter——whoknows? ShedidnotdisguisefromherselfthatTerencehadfaults。Shewasinclinedtothinkhimtooeasyandtolerant,justashewasinclinedtothinkherperhapsatriflehard——no,itwasratherthatshewasuncompromising。InsomewaysshefoundSt。Johnpreferable; butthen,ofcourse,hewouldneverhavesuitedRachel。 HerfriendshipwithSt。Johnwasestablished,foralthoughshefluctuatedbetweenirritationandinterestinawaythatdidcredittothecandourofherdisposition,shelikedhiscompanyonthewhole。 Hetookheroutsidethislittleworldofloveandemotion。 Hehadagraspoffacts。Supposing,forinstance,thatEnglandmadeasuddenmovetowardssomeunknownportonthecoastofMorocco,St。Johnknewwhatwasatthebackofit,andtohearhimengagedwithherhusbandinargumentaboutfinanceandthebalanceofpower,gaveheranoddsenseofstability。Sherespectedtheirargumentswithoutalwayslisteningtothem,muchassherespectedasolidbrickwall,oroneofthoseimmensemunicipalbuildingswhich,althoughtheycomposethegreaterpartofourcities,havebeenbuiltdayafterdayandyearafteryearbyunknownhands。Shelikedtositandlisten,andevenfeltalittleelatedwhentheengagedcouple,aftershowingtheirprofoundlackofinterest,slippedfromtheroom,andwereseenpullingflowerstopiecesinthegarden。Itwasnotthatshewasjealousofthem,butshedidundoubtedlyenvythemtheirgreatunknownfuturethatlaybeforethem。Slippingfromonesuchthoughttoanother,shewasatthedining-roomwithfruitinherhands。Sometimesshestoppedtostraightenacandlestoopingwiththeheat,ordisturbedsometoorigidarrangementofthechairs。 ShehadreasontosuspectthatChaileyhadbeenbalancingherselfonthetopofaladderwithawetdusterduringtheirabsence,andtheroomhadneverbeenquitelikeitselfsince。Returningfromthedining-roomforthethirdtime,sheperceivedthatoneofthearm-chairswasnowoccupiedbySt。John。Helaybackinit,withhiseyeshalfshut,looking,ashealwaysdid,curiouslybuttonedupinaneatgreysuitandfencedagainsttheexuberanceofaforeignclimatewhichmightatanymomentproceedtotakelibertieswithhim。 Hereyesrestedonhimgentlyandthenpassedonoverhishead。 Finallyshetookthechairopposite。