今天下午我回家一进门,跟我同屋的那个大三的孩子正在看录象带。第一
眼看上去我以为是招魂术的电视教程,再一看越来越不象。于是我趁换鞋
的工夫问那孩子:
"what is it?"
"hmm, biography of D.H.Lawrence."
"I see. So you love this author very much?"
"Sure. And you?"
"I read Lady Chatterley's lover, Women in Love, and Rainbow when
I was in college. By that time I love him very much, but now don't
have too much interest on him."
"Why?"
"Because he want to make everything to be romance. This is far from
reality. The reality is absurd, as the reality in Camus."
那孩子满脸茫然的看着我。我用一种悲天悯人的眼神回看着他。下面一段对
话的场景在我脑子里已经成型:
"I'm about 10 years older than you, right?"
"Right."
"So, when you are about my age you will learn."
但我无法说出来。我知道,我失语了。