《渺小一生》:他想念你。我也想念你。

　 “Sì,” I said, and was suddenly sad.

“是啊?！蔽乙灿靡獯罄Z(yǔ)回答，忽然覺(jué)得好哀傷。

　 He looked sly, then, and asked, or rather stated, “Tua moglie deve essere molto bella, no?” and then grinned to show me he meant it in fun, that it was a compliment, that if I was a plain man, I was also a lucky one, to have such a beautiful wife who had given me such a handsome son, and so I couldn’t be offended. I grinned back at him. “She is,” I said, and he smiled, unsurprised.

那老人露出狡猾的表情，問(wèn)我，或者比較像是陳述句：“你太太一定是個(gè)大美女吧？”隨即咧嘴一笑，表示他在打趣，或是個(gè)恭維，因?yàn)槲议L(zhǎng)相這么平凡，卻很幸運(yùn)能有個(gè)美麗的太太，幫我生了一個(gè)這么俊美的兒子，所以我不可能被得罪。我也對(duì)著他笑，說(shuō)：“沒(méi)錯(cuò)?！彼３治⑿Γ稽c(diǎn)都不驚訝。

　 The man had already left by the time he returned—nodding at me as he went, leaning on his cane—with a cone for me and a container of lemon granita for Julia. I wished he had bought something for himself, too, but he hadn’t. “We should go,” he said, and we did, and that night he went to bed early, and the following day—the day you died—we didn’t see him at all: he left us a message with the front desk saying he had gone for a walk, and that he would see us tomorrow, and that he was sorry, and all day long we walked too, and although I thought there was a chance we might see him—Rome is not such a large city, after all—we didn’t, and that night as we undressed for bed, I was aware that I had been looking for him on every street, in every crowd.

他回來(lái)時(shí)，那個(gè)老人已經(jīng)離開(kāi)了（離開(kāi)時(shí)跟我點(diǎn)了個(gè)頭，拄著拐杖）。他買了一個(gè)裝在甜筒里的冰淇淋給我，還買了一杯檸檬冰沙要帶回去給朱麗婭。我真希望他也買了一份給自己，但他沒(méi)有?！拔覀?cè)撟吡?。”他說(shuō)，于是我們起身離開(kāi)。那天夜里他很早就去睡了，次日，也就是你的忌日，我們完全沒(méi)看到他，他在柜臺(tái)留了張字條，說(shuō)他出去散步了，明天再跟我們碰面，說(shuō)他很抱歉。于是我們也出去走了一整天，我以為有機(jī)會(huì)在路上碰到他，畢竟羅馬這個(gè)城市不大，但結(jié)果沒(méi)有。那一夜我們更衣就寢前，我想到自己一整天都在經(jīng)過(guò)的每條街道、每堆人群中尋找他。

　 The next morning there he was at breakfast, reading the paper, pale but smiling at us, and we didn’t ask him what he’d done the day before and he didn’t volunteer it. That day we just walked around the city, the three of us an unwieldy little pack—too wide for the sidewalks, we strolled in single file, each of us taking the position of the leader in turn—but just to familiar places, well-trafficked places, places that would have no secret memories, that held no intimacies. Near Via Condotti Julia looked into the tiny window of a tiny jewelry store, and we went inside, the three of us filling the space, and each held the earrings she had admired in the window. They were exquisite: solid gold, dense and heavy and shaped like birds, with small round rubies for eyes and little gold branches in their beaks, and he bought them for her, and she was embarrassed and delighted—Julia had never worn much jewelry—but he looked happy to be able to, and I was happy that he was happy, and that she was happy, too. That night we met JB and Richard for a final dinner, and the next morning we left to go north, to Florence, and he to go home.

次日早晨，他出現(xiàn)在餐桌旁，看著報(bào)紙，臉色蒼白，但對(duì)我們露出微笑，我們沒(méi)問(wèn)他前一天做了什么，他也沒(méi)主動(dòng)說(shuō)。那天我們只是在市區(qū)里閑逛，三個(gè)人很不好控制，走在人行道上太寬，于是我們排成一列，每個(gè)人輪流當(dāng)領(lǐng)隊(duì)，但我們只去有名的地點(diǎn)、人多的地方，不會(huì)有隱秘的回憶、不曾發(fā)生親昵的舉止的景點(diǎn)?？斓剿苈窌r(shí)，朱麗婭望著一家小珠寶店的小窗，我們走進(jìn)去，三個(gè)人把那家小店塞滿，每個(gè)人輪流把她在窗外看中的耳環(huán)拿起來(lái)細(xì)瞧。那耳環(huán)非常精致：純金，密實(shí)而沉重，形狀像鳥(niǎo)，眼睛處鑲了圓形的小紅寶石，鳥(niǎo)喙叼著金枝。他買下那對(duì)耳環(huán)送給她，她不好意思，但又很開(kāi)心，朱麗婭向來(lái)不太戴首飾。但他看起來(lái)很高興能送她禮物，我看他高興也跟著開(kāi)心，朱麗婭也很歡喜。那天晚上，我們跟杰比和理查德會(huì)合吃最后一頓晚餐，次日早晨我們離開(kāi)，北上去佛羅倫薩，他則回紐約。

　 “I’ll see you in five days,” I told him, and he nodded.

“我們五天后見(jiàn)了?！蔽腋嬖V他，他點(diǎn)點(diǎn)頭。

　 “Have a good time,” he said. “Have a wonderful time. I’ll see you soon.”

“好好玩?！彼f(shuō)，“祝你們玩得愉快。我們很快就會(huì)再見(jiàn)了?！?

　 He waved as we were driven away in the car; we turned in our seats to wave back at him. I remember hoping my wave was somehow telegraphing what I couldn’t say: Don’t you dare. The night before, as he and Julia were talking to JB, I asked Richard if he would feel comfortable sending me updates while we were away, and Richard said he would. He had gained almost all the weight Andy wanted, but he’d had two setbacks—one in May, one in July—and so we were all still watching him.

我們的汽車開(kāi)走時(shí)，他站在那揮手；我們坐在后座，回頭跟他揮手。我還記得當(dāng)時(shí)希望揮手能傳達(dá)我說(shuō)不出口的訊息：不準(zhǔn)你亂來(lái)。前一夜，趁他和朱麗婭跟杰比聊天時(shí)，我問(wèn)理查德這幾天我們不在期間，能不能麻煩他發(fā)短信隨時(shí)告訴我們狀況？理查德答應(yīng)了。他幾乎恢復(fù)到了安迪希望的體重，但中間有兩度倒退，一次在五月，另一次在七月，所以我們還在持續(xù)監(jiān)視他。

　 It sometimes felt as if we were living our relationship in reverse, and instead of worrying for him less, I worried for him more; with each year I became more aware of his fragility, less convinced of my competence. When Jacob was a baby, I would find myself feeling more assured with each month he lived, as if the longer he stayed in this world, the more deeply he would become anchored to it, as if by being alive, he was staking claim to life itself. It was a preposterous notion, of course, and it was proven wrong in the most horrible way. But I couldn’t stop thinking this: that life tethered life. And yet at some point in his life—after Caleb, if I had to date it—I had the sense that he was in a hot-air balloon, one that was staked to the earth with a long twisted rope, but each year the balloon strained and strained against its cords, tugging itself away, trying to drift into the skies. And down below, there was a knot of us trying to pull the balloon back to the ground, back to safety. And so I was always frightened for him, and I was always frightened of him, as well.

有時(shí)，感覺(jué)我們的父子關(guān)系好像是倒退著走，隨著他年紀(jì)漸長(zhǎng)，我對(duì)他的擔(dān)心沒(méi)有減少，反而增加；隨著每一年過(guò)去，我都更加意識(shí)到他的脆弱，也對(duì)自己當(dāng)父親的能力更沒(méi)信心。雅各布還是嬰兒時(shí)，我發(fā)現(xiàn)每過(guò)一個(gè)月，我就更有把握一點(diǎn)，好像他待在這個(gè)世界越久，就能扎根扎得越深，好像光是活著，就宣示他擁有這個(gè)生命。當(dāng)然，這個(gè)想法很荒唐，而且以最可怕的方式被證明是錯(cuò)的。但我忍不住想：活下去會(huì)產(chǎn)生牽系的力量。然而在他人生的某一個(gè)點(diǎn)（如果非得指出的話，我想是在凱萊布之后），我感覺(jué)他像是搭上了熱氣球，被一根長(zhǎng)長(zhǎng)的繩子固定在深入地面的木樁上。但每一年，那個(gè)氣球一直扯緊那根繩子，想要掙脫，飄向天空。在底下的我們就設(shè)法把那氣球扯回地面，回到安全的狀態(tài)。所以我總是為他擔(dān)驚受怕，同時(shí)也很怕他。

　 Can you have a real relationship with someone you are frightened of? Of course you can. But he still scared me, because he was the powerful one and I was not: if he killed himself, if he took himself away from me, I knew I would survive, but I knew as well that survival would be a chore; I knew that forever after I would be hunting for explanations, sifting through the past to examine my mistakes. And of course I knew how badly I would miss him, because although there had been trial runs for his eventual departure, I had never been able to get any better at dealing with them, and I was never able to get used to them.

你能跟一個(gè)你害怕的人真正發(fā)展出感情嗎？當(dāng)然可以。但他還是令我恐懼，因?yàn)樗麚碛辛α浚覅s沒(méi)有。如果他自殺了，如果他把自己從我手上奪走，我知道我還能活下去，但我也知道那種人生很乏味；我知道之后我會(huì)永遠(yuǎn)糾結(jié)著想找到解釋，不斷仔細(xì)檢視過(guò)去，想找出自己哪里犯了錯(cuò)。當(dāng)然，我知道自己會(huì)多么想念他，盡管之前他嘗試過(guò)，他也終將離開(kāi)，但我始終沒(méi)能變得更能面對(duì)，也永遠(yuǎn)無(wú)法習(xí)慣。

　 But then we came home, and everything was the same: Mr. Ahmed met us at the airport and drove us back to the apartment, and waiting for us with the doorman were bags of food so we wouldn’t have to go to the grocery store. The next day was a Thursday and he came over and we had dinner, and he asked what we had seen and done and we told him. That night we were washing the dishes, and as he was handing me a bowl to put in the dishwasher, it slipped through his fingers and broke against the floor. “Goddammit,” he shouted. “I’m so sorry, Harold. I’m so stupid, I’m so clumsy,” and although we told him it wasn’t a problem, that it was fine, he only grew more and more upset, so upset that his hands started to shake, that his nose started to bleed. “Jude,” I told him, “it’s okay. It happens,” but he shook his head. “No,” he said, “it’s me. I mess up everything. Everything I touch I ruin.” Julia and I had looked at each other over his head as he was picking up the pieces, unsure what to say or do: the reaction was so out of proportion to what had happened. But there had been a few incidents in the preceding months, ever since he had thrown that plate across the room, that made me realize, for the first time in my life with him, how truly angry he was, how hard he must work every day at controlling it.

接著我們回到紐約，一切如常：艾哈邁德先生來(lái)機(jī)場(chǎng)接我們，載我們回公寓，門房那兒已經(jīng)有幾袋食物，這樣我們就不必去雜貨店采買了。次日是星期四，他過(guò)來(lái)跟我們一起吃晚餐，問(wèn)起我們這幾天旅行看到什么、做了什么，我們告訴他。那天晚上我們一起洗碗，他遞給我一個(gè)碗要放進(jìn)洗碗機(jī)時(shí)，手一滑在地板上摔破了。“該死！”他大吼，“真是對(duì)不起，哈羅德。我太蠢了，太笨手笨腳了。”我們告訴他沒(méi)關(guān)系，沒(méi)事的，但他只是越來(lái)越生氣，氣到雙手開(kāi)始顫抖，氣到開(kāi)始流鼻血?！棒玫?，”我告訴他，“沒(méi)關(guān)系的。這種事難免的。”但他搖頭?！安唬彼f(shuō)，“都是我。我搞砸了一切。我碰到的一切都會(huì)毀掉?！彼皖^撿起碎片時(shí)，朱麗婭和我隔著他的頭面面相覷，不知該說(shuō)什么、做什么才好：他的反應(yīng)太小題大做了。但自從那回他把盤子摔到餐廳對(duì)面的墻上后，之后幾個(gè)月還發(fā)生了幾次這樣的事件，讓我從認(rèn)識(shí)他以來(lái)第一次明白，他心中原來(lái)有那么多憤怒，他每天要多努力去控制這股怒氣。

　 After that first incident with the plate there had been another, a few weeks later. This was up at Lantern House, where he hadn’t been in months. It was morning, just after breakfast, and Julia and I were leaving to go to the store, and I went to find him to ask what he wanted. He was in his bedroom, and the door was slightly ajar, and when I saw what he was doing, I for some reason didn’t call his name, didn’t walk away, but stood just outside the frame, silent and watching. He had one prosthesis on and was putting on the other—I had never seen him without them—and I watched as he sank his left leg into the socket, drawing the elastic sleeve up around his knee and thigh, and then pushed his pants leg down over it. As you know, these prostheses had feet with paneling that resembled the shape of a toe box and a heel, and I watched as he pulled on his socks, and then his shoes. And then he took a breath and stood, and I watched as he took a step, and then another. But even I could tell something was wrong—they were still too big; he was still too thin—and before I could call out, he had lost his balance and pitched forward onto the bed, where he lay still for a moment.

他第一次摔盤子之后，過(guò)了幾星期又有一次。那是在燈籠屋，他已經(jīng)好幾個(gè)月沒(méi)去了。當(dāng)時(shí)是早上，才剛吃過(guò)早餐，朱麗婭和我要出門買東西，我去找他，想問(wèn)他有沒(méi)有什么想買的。他在臥室里，門開(kāi)了一條縫，我看到他在做什么之后，基于某個(gè)原因就沒(méi)喊他，也沒(méi)有走開(kāi)，只是站在門外悄悄觀察。他已經(jīng)戴上一邊的義肢，正要戴上另一邊，我從來(lái)沒(méi)看過(guò)他沒(méi)戴義肢的樣子。然后我看著他的左腿伸進(jìn)托架內(nèi)，把彈性襪套拉起來(lái)套住膝蓋和大腿，再將褲管拉下蓋住。你也知道，這些義肢上的腳仿造了腳趾和腳跟的形狀，我看著他穿上襪子，接著穿鞋。他吸了一口氣站起來(lái)，我看著他走了一步，再一步。但就連我都看得出哪里不大對(duì)勁，那些義肢還是太大，而他依舊太瘦。我還來(lái)不及喊他，他就失去平衡往前摔在床上，有好一會(huì)兒都沒(méi)動(dòng)。

　 And then he reached down and tore off both legs, one and then the other, and for a second—they were still wearing their socks and shoes—it appeared as if they were his real legs, and he had just yanked away a piece of himself, and I half expected to see an arcing splash of blood. But instead he picked one up and slammed it against the bed, again and again and again, grunting with the effort, and then he threw it to the ground and sat on the edge of the mattress, his face in his hands, his elbows on his thighs, rocking himself and not making a sound. “Please,” I heard him say, “please.” But he didn’t say anything else, and I, to my shame, crept away and went to our bedroom, where I sat in a posture that mimicked his own, and waited as well for something I didn’t know.

然后他伸手脫掉義肢，先脫一邊，再脫另一邊。有那么片刻，那兩根還穿著襪子和鞋子的義肢看起來(lái)就像他的真腿，他仿佛硬是扯斷了自己的小腿，我還半期待地會(huì)看到一道血噴出來(lái)。結(jié)果他只是拿起一根義肢朝床上打，打了又打，用力得發(fā)出悶哼，再把義肢摔在地上，坐在床沿，臉埋進(jìn)雙手，手肘撐在大腿上，無(wú)聲地前后搖晃著?！鞍萃?，”我聽(tīng)到他說(shuō)，“拜托?！钡又裁炊紱](méi)再說(shuō)，我很羞愧地靜靜溜掉，回到我們的臥室，模仿他的姿勢(shì)坐在床邊，等待著我不知道的狀況。

　 In those months I thought often of what I was trying to do, of how hard it is to keep alive someone who doesn’t want to stay alive. First you try logic (You have so much to live for), and then you try guilt (You owe me), and then you try anger, and threats, and pleading (I’m old; don’t do this to an old man). But then, once they agree, it is necessary that you, the cajoler, move into the realm of self-deception, because you can see that it is costing them, you can see how much they don’t want to be here, you can see that the mere act of existing is depleting for them, and then you have to tell yourself every day: I am doing the right thing. To let him do what he wants to do is abhorrent to the laws of nature, to the laws of love. You pounce upon the happy moments, you hold them up as proof—See? This is why it’s worth living. This is why I’ve been making him try—even though that one moment cannot compensate for all the other moments, the majority of moments. You think, as I had thought with Jacob, what is a child for? Is he to give me comfort? Is he for me to give comfort to? And if a child can no longer be comforted, is it my job to give him permission to leave? And then you think again: But that is abominable. I can’t.

那幾個(gè)月，我常常想著自己嘗試在做的事情，想到要讓一個(gè)不想活的人繼續(xù)活下去有多困難。首先你得嘗試講道理（你有那么多值得活下去的理由），然后嘗試?yán)米飷焊校闱肺遥?，再嘗試用憤怒、威脅、懇求（我老了；不要這樣對(duì)待一個(gè)老人）。但接著，一旦他同意，你這個(gè)哄騙的人必然會(huì)進(jìn)入自我欺騙的狀態(tài)，因?yàn)槟憧吹贸鏊艹粤Γ嗝床幌牖钕氯?，光是存在這件事都讓他耗盡心力，于是你每天就得告訴自己：我做的是正確的。讓他做他想做的事是違背自然法則及愛(ài)的法則的。你會(huì)利用每個(gè)快樂(lè)的時(shí)刻，抓緊它們當(dāng)成證據(jù)，看到?jīng)]？這就是人生為什么值得活，這就是為什么我一直逼他嘗試，即使那一刻無(wú)法抵消其他大部分的時(shí)刻。你會(huì)想，就像我以前對(duì)雅各布的想法，子女是要用來(lái)做什么？是要撫慰我嗎？還是我撫慰的對(duì)象？如果撫慰對(duì)你的子女再也沒(méi)有用，那么我的責(zé)任是不是允許他離開(kāi)？然后你會(huì)再想：可是那太惡劣了，我做不到。

　 So I tried, of course. I tried and tried. But every month I could feel him receding. It wasn’t so much a physical disappearance: by November, he was back at his weight, the low side of it anyway, and looked better than he had perhaps ever. But he was quieter, much quieter, and he had always been quiet anyway. But now he spoke very little, and when we were together, I would sometimes see him looking at something I couldn’t see, and then he would twitch his head, very slightly, like a horse does its ears, and come back to himself.

所以我還是繼續(xù)嘗試，那是當(dāng)然。我試了又試。但每個(gè)月我都可以感覺(jué)到他越退越遠(yuǎn)。不太是外貌的關(guān)系；到了十一月，他恢復(fù)到原來(lái)的體重，總之是理想體重的最低標(biāo)準(zhǔn)，而且氣色從來(lái)沒(méi)有那么好過(guò)。不過(guò)他變得安靜了許多，雖然他向來(lái)很安靜，但現(xiàn)在他很少講話。我們?cè)谝黄饡r(shí)，我有時(shí)會(huì)看到他盯著某個(gè)我看不到的東西，腦袋輕輕一扯，像馬在抽動(dòng)耳朵似的，然后又回過(guò)神來(lái)。

　 Once I saw him for our Thursday dinner and he had bruises on his face and neck, just on one side, as if he was standing near a building in the late afternoon and the sun had cast a shadow against him. The bruises were a dark rusty brown, like dried blood, and I had gasped. “What happened?” I asked. “I fell,” he said, shortly. “Don’t worry,” he said, although of course I did. And when I saw him with bruises again, I tried to hold him. “Tell me,” I said, and he worked himself free. “There’s nothing to tell,” he said. I still don’t know what had happened: Had he done something to himself? Had he let someone do something to him? I didn’t know which was worse. I didn’t know what to do.

有個(gè)星期四，我們照例一起吃晚餐，我看到他臉上和脖子上有瘀青，仿佛他傍晚站在一棟建筑物旁邊，太陽(yáng)照射的陰影落在他身上。那些瘀青是深紅褐色的，像干掉的血，我看了猛吸一口氣?！鞍l(fā)生什么事？”我問(wèn)?！拔宜さ沽?，”他只說(shuō)，“別擔(dān)心?！蔽耶?dāng)然還是會(huì)擔(dān)心。下回我看到他時(shí)又有瘀青，就設(shè)法抓著他問(wèn)個(gè)清楚?！案嬖V我?！蔽艺f(shuō)，但是他掙脫了?！皼](méi)什么好說(shuō)的?！彼f(shuō)。我至今不明白到底發(fā)生了什么事：是他自己弄的嗎？還是他讓別人對(duì)他這樣？我不知道哪一個(gè)更糟。我不知道該怎么辦。

　 He missed you. I missed you, too. We all did. I think you should know that, that I didn’t just miss you because you made him better: I missed you for you. I missed watching the pleasure you took in doing the things you enjoyed, whether it was eating or running after a tennis ball or flinging yourself into the pool. I missed talking with you, missed watching you move through a room, missed watching you fall to the lawn under a passel of Laurence’s grandchildren, pretending that you couldn’t get up from under their weight. (That same day, Laurence’s youngest grandchild, the one who had a crush on you, had made you a bracelet of knotted-together dandelion flowers, and you had thanked her and worn it all day, and every time she had spotted it on your wrist, she had run over and buried her face in her father’s back: I missed that, too.) But mostly, I missed watching you two together; I missed watching you watch him, and him watch you; I missed how thoughtful you were with each other, missed how thoughtlessly, sincerely affectionate you were with him; missed watching you listen to each other, the way you both did so intently. That painting JB did—Willem Listening to Jude Tell a Story—was so true, the expression so right: I knew what was happening in the painting even before I read its title.

他想念你。我也想念你。我們?nèi)己芟肽钅?。我想你?yīng)該要知道，我想念你不光是因?yàn)槟阕屗?，我想念你是因?yàn)槟?。我想念看著你做喜歡的事情時(shí)得到的那種愉悅，無(wú)論是吃東西或追著網(wǎng)球跑或跳進(jìn)游泳池里。我想念跟你談話，想念看著你在一個(gè)房間里走動(dòng)，想念看著你倒在草皮上被勞倫斯的一群孫子孫女壓著，假裝你被他們壓得起不來(lái)（同一天，勞倫斯年紀(jì)最小的孫女，暗戀你的那個(gè)，曾把蒲公英綁在一起做了手環(huán)送給你。你謝謝她，戴在手上一整天，那天她每回看到你手腕上的手環(huán)，就沖向她父親，把臉埋在他背部——這個(gè)我也想念）。但我最想念的，就是看著你們兩個(gè)在一起；我想念看到你望著他，他望著你；我想念你們對(duì)彼此那么體貼，想念你和他在一起時(shí)那種出自直覺(jué)、誠(chéng)摯的關(guān)愛(ài)；我想念看著你們傾聽(tīng)對(duì)方說(shuō)話，兩人都那么專注。杰比的那幅畫(huà)作《威廉聽(tīng)裘德說(shuō)故事》太真實(shí)了，那表情太準(zhǔn)確了。還沒(méi)看到畫(huà)名，我就知道畫(huà)中的你在聽(tīng)他講話。

　 And I don’t want you to think that there weren’t happy moments as well, happy days, after you left. They were fewer, of course. They were harder to find, harder to make. But they existed. After we came home from Italy, I began teaching a seminar at Columbia, one open to both law school students and graduate students from the general population. The course was called “The Philosophy of Law, the Law of Philosophy,” and I co-taught it with an old friend of mine, and in it we discussed the fairness of law, the moral underpinnings of the legal system and how they sometimes contradicted our national sense of morality: Drayman 241, after all these years! In the afternoon, I saw friends. Julia took a life-drawing class. We volunteered at a nonprofit that helped professionals (doctors, lawyers, teachers) from other countries (Sudan, Afghanistan, Nepal) find new jobs in their fields, even if these jobs bore only a tangential resemblance to what they had done before: nurses became medical assistants; judges became clerks. A few of them I helped apply to law school, and when I saw them, we would talk about what they were learning, how different this law was from the law they had known.

而且我也不希望你以為你走了之后，我們沒(méi)有快樂(lè)的時(shí)刻、快樂(lè)的日子。當(dāng)然是減少了，比較難出現(xiàn)，比較難引發(fā)，但還是有的。從意大利回紐約后，我開(kāi)始在哥倫比亞大學(xué)教一門專題研討課，兼收法學(xué)院學(xué)生和所有研究生。那門課叫“法律的哲學(xué)，哲學(xué)的法律”，由我跟一個(gè)老朋友合作授課。我們討論法律的公平性、司法系統(tǒng)的道德基礎(chǔ)，以及有時(shí)法律會(huì)如何抵觸我們國(guó)家的道德觀。教室就在錐蒙大樓241室，過(guò)了這么多年以后！下午，我會(huì)跟朋友碰面。朱麗婭去上裸體素描課。另外我們?cè)谝粋€(gè)非營(yíng)利組織當(dāng)義工，專門協(xié)助其他國(guó)家（蘇丹、阿富汗、尼泊爾）的專業(yè)人員（醫(yī)生、律師、教師）在各自的領(lǐng)域找到新工作，即使這些工作跟他們之前在本國(guó)做的只略微相關(guān)：護(hù)士變成醫(yī)療助理，法官變成法律助理；其中我?guī)瓦^(guò)的幾個(gè)人后來(lái)去讀法學(xué)院，我碰到他們時(shí)，就會(huì)聊聊他們現(xiàn)在學(xué)的，以及美國(guó)的某些法律跟他們?cè)人挠卸嗝床煌?

　 “I think we should work on a project together,” I told him that fall (he was still doing pro bono work with the artist nonprofit, which—when I went to volunteer there myself—was actually more moving than I had thought it would be: I had thought it would just be a bunch of untalented hacks trying to make creative lives for themselves when it was clear they never would, and although that was in fact what it was, I found myself admiring them, much as he did—their perseverance, their dumb, hardy faith. These were people no one and nothing could ever dissuade from life, from claiming it as theirs).

“我想我們應(yīng)該一起做一個(gè)項(xiàng)目計(jì)劃?！蹦莻€(gè)秋天我告訴他（他還在那個(gè)藝術(shù)家非營(yíng)利組織做公益服務(wù)，我后來(lái)也去當(dāng)義工，發(fā)現(xiàn)那個(gè)組織比我原先想的更令人感動(dòng)。我原本以為那只是一群沒(méi)有才華的文人想要?jiǎng)?chuàng)作，但顯然永遠(yuǎn)不會(huì)成功。盡管事實(shí)上的確是如此，但我發(fā)現(xiàn)自己跟他一樣，都很佩服這些藝術(shù)家，佩服他們的堅(jiān)持，他們傻氣、勇敢的信念。沒(méi)有任何人、任何事可以勸阻他們不要過(guò)這樣的生活，不要當(dāng)個(gè)藝術(shù)家）。

　 “Like what?” he asked.

“比方說(shuō)？”他說(shuō)。

　 “You could teach me to cook,” I told him, as he gave me that look he had, in which he was almost smiling but not quite, amused but not ready to show it. “I’m serious. Really cook. Six or seven dishes I could have in my arsenal.”

“你可以教我做菜?！蔽腋嬖V他，他用那種表情看了我一眼，就是要笑不笑、覺(jué)得很樂(lè)還不想表現(xiàn)出來(lái)的表情?！拔沂钦f(shuō)真的。真正做點(diǎn)菜，讓我多學(xué)六七道料理?！?