第52章

类别:其他 作者:Virginia Woolf字数:5374更新时间:18/12/27 08:07:33
TheywerereallydisputingaboutHelen’scharacter,andTerencewastryingtoexplainwhyitwasthatsheannoyedhimsomuchsometimes。 ButSt。Johnthoughtthattheyweresayingthingswhichtheydidnotwanthimtohear,andwasledtothinkofhisownisolation。 Thesepeoplewerehappy,andinsomewayshedespisedthemforbeingmadehappysosimply,andinotherwaysheenviedthem。 Hewasmuchmoreremarkablethantheywere,buthewasnothappy。 Peopleneverlikedhim;hedoubtedsometimeswhetherevenHelenlikedhim。Tobesimple,tobeabletosaysimplywhatonefelt,withouttheterrificself-consciousnesswhichpossessedhim,andshowedhimhisownfaceandwordsperpetuallyinamirror,thatwouldbeworthalmostanyothergift,foritmadeonehappy。 Happiness,happiness,whatwashappiness?Hewasneverhappy。 Hesawtooclearlythelittlevicesanddeceitsandflawsoflife,and,seeingthem,itseemedtohimhonesttotakenoticeofthem。Thatwasthereason,nodoubt,whypeoplegenerallydislikedhim,andcomplainedthathewasheartlessandbitter。 Certainlytheynevertoldhimthethingshewantedtobetold,thathewasniceandkind,andthattheylikedhim。Butitwastruethathalfthesharpthingsthathesaidaboutthemweresaidbecausehewasunhappyorhurthimself。Butheadmittedthathehadveryseldomtoldanyonethathecaredforthem,andwhenhehadbeendemonstrative,hehadgenerallyregretteditafterwards。 HisfeelingsaboutTerenceandRachelweresocomplicatedthathehadneveryetbeenabletobringhimselftosaythathewasgladthattheyweregoingtobemarried。Hesawtheirfaultssoclearly,andtheinferiornatureofagreatdealoftheirfeelingforeachother,andheexpectedthattheirlovewouldnotlast。 Helookedatthemagain,and,verystrangely,forhewassousedtothinkingthatheseldomsawanything,thelookofthemfilledhimwithasimpleemotionofaffectioninwhichthereweresometracesofpityalso。What,afterall,didpeople’sfaultsmatterincomparisonwithwhatwasgoodinthem?Heresolvedthathewouldnowtellthemwhathefelt。Hequickenedhispaceandcameupwiththemjustastheyreachedthecornerwherethelanejoinedthemainroad。 Theystoodstillandbegantolaughathim,andtoaskhimwhetherthegastricjuices——buthestoppedthemandbegantospeakveryquicklyandstiffly。 “D’yourememberthemorningafterthedance?“hedemanded。 “Itwasherewesat,andyoutalkednonsense,andRachelmadelittleheapsofstones。I,ontheotherhand,hadthewholemeaningofliferevealedtomeinaflash。“Hepausedforasecond,anddrewhislipstogetherinatightlittlepurse。“Love,“hesaid。 “Itseemstometoexplaineverything。So,onthewhole,I’mverygladthatyoutwoaregoingtobemarried。“Hethenturnedroundabruptly,withoutlookingatthem,andwalkedbacktothevilla。Hefeltbothexaltedandashamedofhimselfforhavingthussaidwhathefelt。 Probablytheywerelaughingathim,probablytheythoughthimafool,and,afterall,hadhereallysaidwhathefelt? Itwastruethattheylaughedwhenhewasgone;butthedisputeaboutHelenwhichhadbecomerathersharp,ceased,andtheybecamepeacefulandfriendly。 Theyreachedthehotelratherearlyintheafternoon,sothatmostpeoplewerestilllyingdown,orsittingspeechlessintheirbedrooms,andMrs。Thornbury,althoughshehadaskedthemtotea,wasnowheretobeseen。Theysatdown,therefore,intheshadyhall,whichwasalmostempty,andfullofthelightswishingsoundsofairgoingtoandfroinalargeemptyspace。Yes,thisarm-chairwasthesamearm-chairinwhichRachelhadsatthatafternoonwhenEvelyncameup,andthiswasthemagazineshehadbeenlookingat,andthistheverypicture,apictureofNewYorkbylamplight。 Howodditseemed——nothinghadchanged。 Bydegreesacertainnumberofpeoplebegantocomedownthestairsandtopassthroughthehall,andinthisdimlighttheirfigurespossessedasortofgraceandbeauty,althoughtheywereallunknownpeople。Sometimestheywentstraightthroughandoutintothegardenbytheswingdoor,sometimestheystoppedforafewminutesandbentoverthetablesandbeganturningoverthenewspapers。 TerenceandRachelsatwatchingthemthroughtheirhalf-closedeyelids—— theJohnsons,theParkers,theBaileys,theSimmons’,theLees,theMorleys,theCampbells,theGardiners。Someweredressedinwhiteflannelsandwerecarryingracquetsundertheirarms,somewereshort,sometall,somewereonlychildren,andsomeperhapswereservants,buttheyallhadtheirstanding,theirreasonforfollowingeachotherthroughthehall,theirmoney,theirposition,whateveritmightbe。Terencesoongaveuplookingatthem,forhewastired;and,closinghiseyes,hefellhalfasleepinhischair。Rachelwatchedthepeopleforsometimelonger; shewasfascinatedbythecertaintyandthegraceoftheirmovements,andbytheinevitablewayinwhichtheyseemedtofolloweachother,andloiterandpassonanddisappear。Butafteratimeherthoughtswandered,andshebegantothinkofthedance,whichhadbeenheldinthisroom,onlythentheroomitselflookedquitedifferent。 Glancinground,shecouldhardlybelievethatitwasthesameroom。 Ithadlookedsobareandsobrightandformalonthatnightwhentheycameintoitoutofthedarkness;ithadbeenfilled,too,withlittlered,excitedfaces,alwaysmoving,andpeoplesobrightlydressedandsoanimatedthattheydidnotseemintheleastlikerealpeople,nordidyoufeelthatyoucouldtalktothem。 Andnowtheroomwasdimandquiet,andbeautifulsilentpeoplepassedthroughit,towhomyoucouldgoandsayanythingyouliked。 Shefeltherselfamazinglysecureasshesatinherarm-chair,andabletoreviewnotonlythenightofthedance,buttheentirepast,tenderlyandhumorously,asifshehadbeenturninginafogforalongtime,andcouldnowseeexactlywhereshehadturned。 Forthemethodsbywhichshehadreachedherpresentposition,seemedtoherverystrange,andthestrangestthingaboutthemwasthatshehadnotknownwheretheywereleadingher。Thatwasthestrangething,thatonedidnotknowwhereonewasgoing,orwhatonewanted,andfollowedblindly,sufferingsomuchinsecret,alwaysunpreparedandamazedandknowingnothing;butonethingledtoanotherandbydegreessomethinghadformeditselfoutofnothing,andsoonereachedatlastthiscalm,thisquiet,thiscertainty,anditwasthisprocessthatpeoplecalledliving。Perhaps,then,everyonereallyknewassheknewnowwheretheyweregoing; andthingsformedthemselvesintoapatternnotonlyforher,butforthem,andinthatpatternlaysatisfactionandmeaning。 Whenshelookedbackshecouldseethatameaningofsomekindwasapparentinthelivesofheraunts,andinthebriefvisitoftheDallowayswhomshewouldneverseeagain,andinthelifeofherfather。 ThesoundofTerence,breathingdeepinhisslumber,confirmedherinhercalm。Shewasnotsleepyalthoughshedidnotseeanythingverydistinctly,butalthoughthefigurespassingthroughthehallbecamevaguerandvaguer,shebelievedthattheyallknewexactlywheretheyweregoing,andthesenseoftheircertaintyfilledherwithcomfort。Forthemomentshewasasdetachedanddisinterestedasifshehadnolongeranylotinlife,andshethoughtthatshecouldnowacceptanythingthatcametoherwithoutbeingperplexedbytheforminwhichitappeared。Whatwastheretofrightenortoperplexintheprospectoflife?Whyshouldthisinsighteveragaindeserther?Theworldwasintruthsolarge,sohospitable,andafterallitwassosimple。“Love,“St。Johnhadsaid,“thatseemstoexplainitall。“Yes,butitwasnottheloveofmanforwoman,ofTerenceforRachel。Althoughtheysatsoclosetogether,theyhadceasedtobelittleseparatebodies;theyhadceasedtostruggleanddesireoneanother。Thereseemedtobepeacebetweenthem。 Itmightbelove,butitwasnottheloveofmanforwoman。 Throughherhalf-closedeyelidsshewatchedTerencelyingbackinhischair,andshesmiledasshesawhowbighismouthwas,andhischinsosmall,andhisnosecurvedlikeaswitchbackwithaknobattheend。Naturally,lookinglikethathewaslazy,andambitious,andfullofmoodsandfaults。Sherememberedtheirquarrels,andinparticularhowtheyhadbeenquarrelingaboutHelenthatveryafternoon,andshethoughthowoftentheywouldquarrelinthethirty,orforty,orfiftyyearsinwhichtheywouldbelivinginthesamehousetogether,catchingtrainstogether,andgettingannoyedbecausetheyweresodifferent。Butallthiswassuperficial,andhadnothingtodowiththelifethatwentonbeneaththeeyesandthemouthandthechin,forthatlifewasindependentofher,andindependentofeverythingelse。 Sotoo,althoughshewasgoingtomarryhimandtolivewithhimforthirty,orforty,orfiftyyears,andtoquarrel,andtobesoclosetohim,shewasindependentofhim;shewasindependentofeverythingelse。Nevertheless,asSt。Johnsaid,itwaslovethatmadeherunderstandthis,forshehadneverfeltthisindependence,thiscalm,andthiscertaintyuntilshefellinlovewithhim,andperhapsthistoowaslove。Shewantednothingelse。 ForperhapstwominutesMissAllanhadbeenstandingatalittledistancelookingatthecouplelyingbacksopeacefullyintheirarm-chairs。 Shecouldnotmakeuphermindwhethertodisturbthemornot,andthen,seemingtorecollectsomething,shecameacrossthehall。 ThesoundofherapproachwokeTerence,whosatupandrubbedhiseyes。 HeheardMissAllantalkingtoRachel。 “Well,“shewassaying,“thisisverynice。Itisveryniceindeed。 Gettingengagedseemstobequitethefashion。Itcannotoftenhappenthattwocoupleswhohaveneverseeneachotherbeforemeetinthesamehotelanddecidetogetmarried。“Thenshepausedandsmiled,andseemedtohavenothingmoretosay,sothatTerenceroseandaskedherwhetheritwastruethatshehadfinishedherbook。 Someonehadsaidthatshehadreallyfinishedit。Herfacelitup; sheturnedtohimwithalivelierexpressionthanusual。 “Yes,IthinkIcanfairlysayIhavefinishedit,“shesaid。 “Thatis,omittingSwinburne——BeowulftoBrowning——IratherlikethetwoB’smyself。BeowulftoBrowning,“sherepeated,“Ithinkthatisthekindoftitlewhichmightcatchone’seyeonarailwaybook-stall。“ Shewasindeedveryproudthatshehadfinishedherbook,fornooneknewwhatanamountofdeterminationhadgonetothemakingofit。 Alsoshethoughtthatitwasagoodpieceofwork,and,consideringwhatanxietyshehadbeeninaboutherbrotherwhileshewroteit,shecouldnotresisttellingthemalittlemoreaboutit。 “Imustconfess,“shecontinued,“thatifIhadknownhowmanyclassicsthereareinEnglishliterature,andhowverbosethebestofthemcontrivetobe,Ishouldneverhaveundertakenthework。 Theyonlyallowoneseventythousandwords,yousee。“ “Onlyseventythousandwords!“Terenceexclaimed。 “Yes,andonehastosaysomethingabouteverybody,“MissAllanadded。 “ThatiswhatIfindsodifficult,sayingsomethingdifferentabouteverybody。“Thenshethoughtthatshehadsaidenoughaboutherself,andsheaskedwhethertheyhadcomedowntojointhetennistournament。“Theyoungpeopleareverykeenaboutit。 Itbeginsagaininhalfanhour。“ Hergazerestedbenevolentlyuponthemboth,and,afteramomentarypause,sheremarked,lookingatRachelasifshehadrememberedsomethingthatwouldservetokeepherdistinctfromotherpeople。 “You’retheremarkablepersonwhodoesn’tlikeginger。“Butthekindnessofthesmileinherratherwornandcourageousfacemadethemfeelthatalthoughshewouldscarcelyrememberthemasindividuals,shehadlaiduponthemtheburdenofthenewgeneration。 “AndinthatIquiteagreewithher,“saidavoicebehind; Mrs。Thornburyhadoverheardthelastfewwordsaboutnotlikingginger。 “It’sassociatedinmymindwithahorridoldauntofours(poorthing,shesuffereddreadfully,soitisn’tfairtocallherhorrid) whousedtogiveittouswhenweweresmall,andweneverhadthecouragetotellherwedidn’tlikeit。Wejusthadtoputitoutintheshrubbery——shehadabighousenearBath。“ Theybeganmovingslowlyacrossthehall,whentheywerestoppedbytheimpactofEvelyn,whodashedintothem,asthoughinrunningdownstairstocatchthemherlegshadgotbeyondhercontrol。