“the age of innocence” 裏麵喜歡的句子--讀書筆記之二

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“the age of innocence” 裏麵喜歡的句子--讀書筆記之二簡介

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這本"the age of innocence"讓我聯想到的是《牡丹亭》。都是”情不知從何而起，一往而深“，都是”良辰美景奈何天“的深深惆悵，

如果說《牡丹亭》是對封建禮教的抗爭，那麽我讀出來"the age of innocence"則是對19世紀末期虛偽僵硬的紐約上層社會的Society and Class的抗爭。相似之處沒有止步於此。《牡丹亭》佳句迭起，而"the age of innocence"也是如此。

1. 男主對表姐說： “Each time you happen to me all over again.”
這真是我讀到的最動聽的情話之一。這句話的背景是--男主為了不愛上表姐，有很多掙紮，比如避開表姐，比如提早自己婚期，可每次碰到，他就身不由己的被吸引。

讓我聯想到“飄”裏麵白船長從監獄裏出來去找斯佳麗，本來兩人已在斯佳麗探監的時候翻臉，但這會兒白船長看到斯佳麗不僅跟妹夫結婚，還紅紅火火的在修她的作坊，白船長真正的愛意在這裏開始。如果說一開始白船長是被斯佳麗的美貌和叛逆所吸引，這個時候則是被她的百折不饒而折服。這也就是一種“you happen to me all over again”.

2. 男主跟表姐的一段對話，很精彩
男主： “I want - I want somehow to get away with you into a world where words like that -categories like that- won't exist. Where we shall be simply two human beings who love each other, who are the whole of life to each other; and nothing else on earth will matter.”

表姐： "Oh, my dear—where is that country? Have you ever been there? I know so many who've tried to find it; and, believe me, they all got out by mistake at wayside stations: at places like Boulogne, or Pisa, or Monte Carlo—and it wasn't at all different from the old world they'd left, but only rather smaller and dingier and more promiscuous."

男主曾經在花叢中流連過（作者的表達很巧妙： "In the rotation of crops there was a recognised season for wild oats"），不同的是以前沒有動過真心，直到遇見表姐。這讓男主做出幼稚感性的表白。而表姐的回答很有見識，難怪讓男主傾心。

3. 這個女作者對男主婚姻的解讀：
He had married (as most young men did) because he had met a perfectly charming girl at the moment when a series of rather aimless sentimental adventures were ending in premature disgust; and she had represented peace, stability, comradeship, and the steadying sense of an unescapable duty.

4. 結尾是30年後，男主和兒子在巴黎。兒子上樓去看女主，他不去，讓兒子轉告： ”Say I'm old-fashioned: that's enough.“
我很喜歡這個結尾。與其讓不再存在於同一個世界的情人刻舟求劍，不如讓更年輕心態更開放的版本2.0去見老情人。而男主和表姐，就還是彼此把對方埋葬在心間吧。
作者前麵這樣解釋了男主這30年是這樣的 -- 這個女作者的文字太美！
"But Archer had found himself held fast by habit, by memories, by a sudden startled shrinking from new things. Now, as he reviewed his past, he saw into what a deep rut he had sunk. The worst of doing one's duty was that it apparently unfitted one for doing anything else."

世間太多辛苦和無奈，而有些文學藝術，就像那清風明月，足以熨平人心底最深處的褶皺。