《渺小一生》:“你是我的導師?！?/h1>
“Who are you?” Lucien asks.
“你是誰？”呂西安問。
“Jude,” he says.
“裘德?！彼f。
“Now, remind me,” Lucien says, pleasantly, as if they’re meeting at a cocktail party, “how do I know you?”
“那么，提醒我一下，”呂西安愉快地說，好像他們是在雞尾酒會上碰到的，“我是怎么認識你的？”
“You were my mentor,” he tells him.
“你是我的導師?！濒玫赂嬖V他。
“Ah,” says Lucien. And then there is a silence.
“啊?！眳挝靼矐艘宦?，之后便陷入沉默。
In the first weeks, he tried to make Lucien remember his own life: he talked about Rosen Pritchard, and about people they knew, and cases they used to argue about. But then he realized that the expression he had mistaken—in his own stupid hopefulness—for thoughtfulness was in reality fear. And so now he discusses nothing from the past, or nothing from their past together, at least. He lets Lucien direct the conversation, and although he doesn’t understand the references Lucien makes, he smiles and tries to pretend he does.
頭幾個星期，他設法讓呂西安想起以前的人生：他會談起羅森·普理查德律師事務所，談起他們認識的人，還有他們老在爭辯的那些案子。但接下來他才明白，他自己愚蠢地抱著希望，一直誤解呂西安臉上的表情，他本來以為那個表情是思索，但其實是害怕。于是現(xiàn)在他不會跟呂西安介紹過去，或至少是他們共同的過去。他改讓呂西安引導談話，盡管他不明白呂西安提到的一些事情，他還是保持微笑，設法假裝他知道。
“Who are you?” Lucien asks.
“你是誰？”呂西安問。
“Jude,” he says.
“裘德?！彼f。
“Now, tell me, how do I know you?”
“那么，提醒我一下，我是怎么認識你的？”
“You were my mentor.”
“你是我的導師?！?
“Oh, at Groton!”
“啊，在格羅頓！”
“Yes,” he says, trying to smile back. “At Groton.”
“是的?！彼f，設法微笑。“在格羅頓?！?
Sometimes, though, Lucien looks at him. “Mentor?” he says. “I’m too young to be your mentor!” Or sometimes he doesn’t ask at all, simply begins a conversation in its middle, and he has to wait until he has enough clues and can determine what role he has been assigned—one of his daughters’ long-ago boyfriends, or a college classmate, or a friend at the country club—before he can respond appropriately.
不過有時候，呂西安會看著他?！皩?？”他說，“我太年輕了，沒辦法當你的導師！”有時候呂西安什么都不問，只是兀自沒頭沒尾地說起話，他得等到有夠多的線索，才能判定自己被指派的角色并適當?shù)仨憫赡苁菂挝靼材硞€女兒很久以前的男朋友，或是一個大學同學、在鄉(xiāng)村俱樂部的朋友。
In these hours he learns more about Lucien’s earlier life than Lucien had ever revealed to him before. Although Lucien is no longer Lucien, at least not the Lucien he knew. This Lucien is vague and featureless; he is as smooth and cornerless as an egg. Even his voice, that droll croaking roll with which Lucien used to deliver his sentences, each one a statement, the pause he used to leave between them because he had grown so used to people’s laughter; the particular way he had of structuring his paragraphs, beginning and ending each with a joke that wasn’t really a joke, but an insult cloaked in a silken cape, is different. Even when they were working together, he knew that the Lucien of the office was not the Lucien of the country club, but he never saw that other Lucien. And now, finally, he has, he does; it is the only person he sees. This Lucien talks about the weather, and golf, and sailing, and taxes, but the tax laws he discusses are from twenty years ago. He never asks him anything about himself: who he is, what he does, why he is sometimes in a wheelchair. Lucien talks, and he smiles and nods back at him, wrapping his hands around his cooling cup of tea. When Lucien’s hands tremble, he takes them in his own, which he knows helps him when his hands shake: Willem used to do this, and breathe with him, and it would always calm him. When Lucien drools, he takes the edge of his napkin and blots the saliva away. Unlike him, however, Lucien doesn’t seem embarrassed by his own shaking and drooling, and he is relieved that he doesn’t. He’s not embarrassed for Lucien, either, but he is embarrassed by his inability to do more for him.
在這些探訪時間里，他得以了解許多呂西安的早年生活，超過了他中風前曾透露過的。呂西安不再是他原來認識的那個人。眼前的這個呂西安糊涂而平凡，整個人毫無棱角，平和得像個雞蛋。就連聲音也不同了，沒了以往那種滑稽的低沉沙啞，以及總是暫停、等眾人大笑完的習慣；他特有的組織句子的方式，每一段前后都會夾一個笑話，但其實不是笑話，而是披著笑話外衣的侮辱，這些也全不一樣了。早在他們當年一起工作的時候，他就知道辦公室里的呂西安跟鄉(xiāng)村俱樂部里的呂西安不一樣，但他從來沒看過另一個呂西安?，F(xiàn)在，終于，他看到了；因為現(xiàn)在只有一個呂西安。這個呂西安會聊天氣、高爾夫、駕駛帆船，還有稅，不過他討論的稅法是二十年前的。這個呂西安從來不問他的事情：他是什么樣的人、做什么工作、為什么有時候他會坐輪椅。呂西安講話時，他就聽著微笑點頭，雙手握著那杯逐漸變涼的茶。當呂西安雙手顫抖時，他會伸手過去，把他的雙手握在自己手里。他知道這樣對自己有用：以前威廉都會握住他的雙手，跟著他一起呼吸，讓他平靜下來。呂西安流口水時，他會掏出自己的手帕，擦掉那些口水。然而跟他不一樣的是，呂西安對于自己顫抖或流口水并不感到難為情，這讓他松了一口氣。他也不會替呂西安覺得難為情，只會因為自己沒有能力做更多而難為情。
“He loves seeing you, Jude,” Meredith always says, but he doesn’t think this is true, really. He sometimes thinks he continues to come more for Meredith’s sake than for Lucien’s, and he realizes that this is the way it is, the way it must be: you don’t visit the lost, you visit the people who search for the lost. Lucien is not conscious of this, but he can remember being so when he was sick, both the first time and the second, and Willem was taking care of him. How grateful he was when he would wake and find someone other than Willem sitting next to him. “Roman’s with him,” Richard or Malcolm would say, or “He and JB went out for lunch,” and he’d relax. In the weeks after his amputations, when all he wanted to do was give up, those moments in which he could imagine that Willem might be being comforted were his only moments of happiness. And so he sits with Meredith after sitting with Lucien and they talk, although she too asks him nothing about his life, and this is fine with him. She is lonely; he is lonely, too. She and Lucien have two daughters, one of whom lives in New York but is forever going in and out of rehab; the other lives in Philadelphia with her husband and three children and is a lawyer herself.
“裘德，他很喜歡看到你?！泵啡鸬辖z總是這么說，但他不認為是這樣。他有時覺得自己持續(xù)去探望是為了梅瑞迪絲，不是呂西安，而且他明白本來就是這樣，一定是這樣：你不是去拜訪失蹤的人，而是去拜訪那些尋找失蹤者的人。呂西安沒有意識到這點，但他還記得自己兩次生病住院，威廉照顧他的情景。每回他醒來發(fā)現(xiàn)旁邊坐的不是威廉，他就很高興?！傲_蒙跟他在一起?！崩聿榈禄蝰R爾科姆會說，或者，“他和杰比出去吃午餐了?！比缓笏蜁潘上聛?。他截肢后那幾個星期，一心只想放棄，只有威廉不在時，他想象著威廉此刻有人安慰，那是他當時唯一快樂的時刻。于是他陪過呂西安之后，也會陪梅瑞迪絲坐一會兒，兩人聊聊天，不過她不會問起他的生活，他也覺得這樣很好。她孤單一人；他也孤單一人。她和呂西安生了兩個女兒，其中一個住在紐約，但長年進出戒毒所；另一個跟先生和三個小孩住在費城，也是個律師。
He has met both of these daughters, who are a decade or so younger than he is, although Lucien is Harold’s age. When he went to visit Lucien in the hospital, the older of them, the one who lives in New York, had looked at him with such hatred that he had almost stepped back, and then had said to her sister, “Oh, and look who it is: Daddy’s pet. What a surprise.”
他見過這兩個女兒，都比他年輕十來歲，但其實呂西安跟哈羅德同齡。他去醫(yī)院看呂西安時，他們住在紐約的長女用充滿恨意的眼光看著他，看得他簡直要后退，然后那長女跟妹妹說：“啊，看看誰來了：老爸的寵物。真想不到啊?！?
“Grow up, Portia,” the younger one had hissed. To him she said, “Jude, thanks for coming. I’m so sorry about Willem.”
“波西亞，少幼稚了?！彼妹脷夂艉舻氐吐暤溃缓髮λf，“裘德，謝謝你過來。威廉的事情我很遺憾?！?
“Thank you for coming, Jude,” Meredith says now, kissing him goodbye. “I’ll see you soon?” She always asks this, as if he might someday tell her she won’t.
“謝謝你來，裘德，”這會兒梅瑞迪絲說，跟他吻頰道別，“很快就能再看到你了吧？”她總是這么問，好像有一天他會跟她說不會。
“Yes,” he says. “I’ll e-mail you.”
“是的，”他說，“我會再寫電子郵件給你。”
“Do,” she says, and waves as he walks down the hall toward the elevator. He always has the sense that no one else visits, and yet how can that be? Don’t let that be, he pleads. Meredith and Lucien have always had lots of friends. They threw dinner parties. It wasn’t unusual to see Lucien leaving the offices in black tie, rolling his eyes as he waved goodbye to him. “Benefit,” he’d say as an explanation. “Party.” “Wedding.” “Dinner.”
“那就麻煩你了。”她說，然后揮揮手看著他走向電梯。他總有種感覺，好像都沒有其他人來拜訪，但怎么可能呢？拜托不要是這樣，他心里懇求著。梅瑞迪絲和呂西安向來有很多朋友，常常舉辦晚宴。以前在事務所里，他們時不時就會看到呂西安打著黑色領結、一身正式禮服準備離開辦公室，同時翻著白眼朝他們揮手道別?！按壬仆頃?，”他會解釋，“派對?！薄盎槎Y?！薄巴硌纭！?
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