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brideshead+revisited-第52章

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    'You are not thinking of something else; a little time before?'
    'Oh; Charles; that's old history。 That was nothing。 It was never anything。 It's all over and forgotten。'
    'I just wanted to know;' I said。 'We're back as we were the day I went abroad; is that it?'
    So we started that day exactly where we left off two years before; with my wife in tears。

    My wife's softness and English reticence ; her very white; small regular teeth; her neat rosy finger…nails; her schoolgirl air of innocent mischief and her schoolgirl dress; her modern jewellery; which was made at great expense to give the impression; at a distance; of having been mass produced; her ready; rewarding smile; her deference to me and her zeal in my interests; her motherly heart which made her cable daily to the nanny at home … in short; her peculiar charm … made her popular among the Americans; and our cabin on the day of departure was full of cellophane packages … flowers; fruit; sweets; books; toys for the children … from friends she had known for a week。 Stewards; like sisters in a nursing home; used to judge their passengers' importance by the number and value of these trophies; we therefore started the voyage in high esteem。
    My wife's first thought on ing aboard was of the passenger list。
    'Such a lot of friends;' she said。 'It's going to be a lovely trip。 Let's have a cocktail party this evening。'
    The panion…ways were no sooner cast off than she was busy with the telephone。
    'Julia。 This is Celia … Celia Ryder。 It's lovely to find you on board。 What have you been up to? e and have a cocktail this evening and tell me all about it。'
    'Julia who?'
    'Mottram。 I haven't seen her for years。'
    Nor had I; not; in fact; since my wedding day; not to speak to for any time; since the private view of my exhibition where the four canvases of Marchmain House; lent by Brideshead; had hung together attracting much attention。 Those pictures were my last contact with the Flytes; our lives; so close for a year or two; had drawn apart。 Sebastian; I knew; was still abroad; Rex and Julia; I sometimes heard said; were unhappy together。 Rex was not prospering quite as well as had been predicted; he remained on the fringe of the Government; prominent but vaguely suspect。 He lived among the very rich; and in his speeches seemed to incline to revolutionary policies; flirting; with munists and Fascists。 I heard the Mottrams' names in conversation; I saw their faces now and again peeping from the Tatler; as I turned the pages impatiently waiting for someone to e; but they and I had fallen apart; as one could in England and only there; into separate worlds; little spinning planets of personal relationship; there is probably a perfect metaphor for the process to be found in physics; from the way in which; I dimly apprehend; particles of energy group and regroup themselves in separate magnetic systems; a metaphor ready to hand for the man who can speak of these things with assurance; not for me; who can only say that England abounded in these small panies of intimate friends; so that; as in this case of Julia and myself; we could live in the same street in London; see at times; a few miles distant; the rural horizon; could have a liking one for the other; a mild curiosity about the other's fortunes; a regret; even; that we should be separated; and the knowledge that either of us had only to pick up the telephone and speak by the other's pillow; enjoy the intimacies of the levee; ing in; as it were; with the morning orange juice and the sun; yet be restrained from doing so by the centripetal force of our own worlds; and the cold; interstellar space between them。
    My wife; perched on the back of the sofa in a litter of cellophane and silk ribbons; continued telephoning; working brightly through the passenger list。。。'Yes; do of course bring him; I'm told he's sweet。。。Yes; I've got Charles back from the wilds at last; isn't it lovely。。。What a treat seeing your name in the list! It's made my trip。。。darling; we were at the Savoy…Carlton; too; how can we have missed you?'。。。Sometimes she turned to me and said: 'I have to make sure you're still really there。 I haven't got used to it yet。'
    I went up and out as we steamed slowly down the river to one of the great glass cases where the passengers stood to watch the land slip by。 'Such a lot of friends;' my wife had said。 They looked a strange crowd to me; the emotions of leave…taking were just beginning to subside; some of them; who had been drinking till the last moment with those who were seeing them off; were still boisterous; others were planning where they; would have their deck chairs; the band played unnoticed … all were as restless as ants。
    I turned into some of the halls of the ship; which were huge without any splendour; as though they had been designed for a railway coach and preposterously magnified。 I passed through vast bronze gates on which paper…thin Assyrian animals cavorted; I trod carpets the colour of blotting paper; the painted panels of the walls were like blotting paper; too … kindergarten work in flat; drab colours … and between the walls were yards and yards of biscuit…coloured wood which no carpenter's tool had ever touched; wood that had been bent round ers; invisibly joined strip to strip; steamed and squeezed and polished; all over the blotting…paper carpet were strewn tables designed perhaps by a sanitary engineer; square blocks of stuffing; with square holes for sitting in; and upholstered; it seemed; in blotting paper also; the light of the hall was suffused from scores of hollows; giving an even glow; casting no shadows … the whole place hummed from its hundred ventilators and vibrated with the turn of the great engines below。
    'Here I am;' I thought; 'back from the jungle; back from the ruins。 Here where wealth is no longer gorgeous and power has no dignity。 Quomodo sedet sola civitas' (for I had heard that great lament; which Cordelia once quoted to me in the drawing…room of Marchmain House; sung by a half…caste choir in Guatemala; nearly a year ago)。
    A steward came up to me。
    'Can I get you anything; sir?'
    'A whisky and soda; not iced。'
    'I'm sorry; sir; all the soda is iced。'
    'Is the water iced; too?'
    'Oh yes; sir。'
    'Well; it; doesn't matter。'
    He trotted off; puzzled; soundless in the pervading hum。
    'Charles。'
    I looked behind me。 Julia was sitting in a cube of blotting paper; her hands folded in her lap; so still that I had passed by without noticing her。
    'I heard you were here。 Celia telephoned to me。 It's delightful。'
    'What are you doing?'
    She opened the empty hands in her lap with a little eloquent gesture。 'Waiting。 My maid's unpacking; she's been so disagreeable ever since we left England。 She's plaining now about my cabin。 I can't think why。 It seems a lap to me。'
    The steward returned with whisky and two jugs; one of iced water; the other of boiling water; I mixed them to the rig ht temperature。 He watched and said: 'I'll remember that's how you take it; sir。'
    Most passengers had fads; he was paid to fortify their self…esteem。 Julia asked for a cup of hot chocolate。 I sat by her in the next cube。
    'I never see you now; ' she said。 'I never seem to see anyone I like。 I don't know why。'
    But she spoke as though it were a matter of weeks rather than of years; as though; too; before our parting we had been firm friends。 It was dead contrary to the mon experience of such encounters; when time is found to have built its own defensive lines; camouflaged vulnerable points; and laid a field of mines across all but a few well…trodden paths; so that; more often than not; we can only signal to one another from either side of the tangle of wire。 Here she and I; who were never friends before; met on terms of long and unbroken intimacy。
    'What have you been doing in America?'
    She looked up slowly from her chocolate and; her splendid; serious eyes in mine; said: 'Don't you know? I'll tell you about it sometimes I've been a mug。 I thought I was in love with someone; but it didn't turn out that way。' And my mind went back ten years to the evening at Brideshead; when that lovely; 
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