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老男人絮絮叨叨四十分钟,既然年华老逝爱已去,只好一首午宴之歌送给你。
He leaves a message -a yellow sticky
-他用 便笺留下信息
on t e dead black of is computer screen.
贴在毫无生气的黑色电脑屏幕上。
'Gone to lunc .I may be some time.'
“去吃午饭,一会儿再回。”
His colleagues won't be seeing im for t e rest of t e afternoon.
他的同事们今天下午都不会再看到他了,
Rare joy of truancy, of bold escape from t e trap of work.
终于能从工作的羁绊里,偷得浮生半日闲
T at eap of typescript can be left to dwell on its t ousand offences against grammar and good sense.
那堆语法和表达都无比违和的文稿随它们去吧。
His trusty blue pen can snooze wit its cap on.
他值得信任的蓝色圆珠笔,终于可以戴起帽子打个盹儿了。
Nobody will notice.
没有人会发觉。
He s uts t e door on t e sleeping dog of is own departure.
他关**离开,绝不打草惊蛇.
Hurries, not too fast,
匆匆离去,但又不过快。
along t e corridor, taps t e lift button, and waits.
穿过走廊,轻按电梯按钮,然后等待。
To meet even one person at t is delicate juncture would sully t e w ole enterprise.
在这微妙的关头,只要遇到一个人就会破胤坏全盘的计划。
But e's in luck.
但他是幸运的。
LIFT PINGS(电梯响起)
T e lift yawns emptily.
电梯懒洋洋地打起哈欠,空无一人。
He steps in.....is enclosed...
他走进……关起……
..and carried downwards to sunlig t……
通向楼下灿烂的阳光,
and London's approximation of fres air.
和伦敦的新鲜空气。
Wit one bound..... e is free!
轻轻一跃……他自胤由了!
It's a district of literary g osts t at walk in broad daylig t.
这是个艳阳之下也看得到文坛魂灵的地方,
Keep your imagination peeled and see Virginia Woolf
舒展你的想象力,你就会看到弗吉尼亚·伍尔芙……
loping off to t e library wit a trug full of books.
提着满满一篮书懒洋洋地走向图书馆。
And t ere goes TS Eliot, bound for is first Martini of t e day,
这位是托马斯·艾略特,正奔向他一天中的第一杯马提尼酒……
wit is gig-lamps and is immaculate s een.
带着他轻便的马车灯和无瑕的光辉。
BloomSвury and its blue plaques.
布鲁姆伯利区和她的蓝色匾额,
T e squares and stucco terraces,
广场和灰泥装饰的天台,
w ere t e little industrious publis ers still like to ide t eir offices.
勤劳的小出版商们正藏身其间。
Leafy literary-land,
绿杨阴里的文学圣地,
t at by some dispensation as been left to stand amid t e road drills and ig ,
swivelling cranes.
由于某种特许,方能逃 庞大的起重机的魔爪。
In is 50s, e favorites a younger man's impatient pace,
五十岁了,他却还是喜爱年轻人急切的步调,
skipping round dawdling or stupidly alted pedestrians.
跳跃着闪过或闲散或蹒跚的行人。
You're not properly living in London if you don't use t e dodges, t e s ort cuts.
如果你不懂得走捷径的妙技,那你便不算是真正生活在伦敦。
Yet it's 20 minutes' walk from work to t is lunc time date wit an old flame.
步行20分钟,去赴与旧爱的午宴之约。
Gaggles of tourists straggle more provocatively t an ever.
游客摩肩接踵的街头比以往更加恼人。
Never mind, e's making good time -note t e active verb –
没关系,他的步行还是非常顺利,——注意这个主动语态
and e expects s e'll be late.
他暗自期望她会姗姗来迟。
T e restaurant is an old aunt, t oug e asn't been t ere for years.
这间餐馆他们曾流连忘返,而他已经许多年没去光顾过了。
Zanzotti's -unreformed So o Italian. Zanzotti's –
从未改变的So o区意大利餐馆。
C ianti in a basket, breadsticks you snap wit a sneeze of dust,
篮子里的勤地酒,轻胤咬一口面包条便会因碎屑而喷嚏连连,
red ging am clot s, overlaid on t e diagonal wit plain green paper ones.
红色的方格花布,平铺在纯绿墙纸房间的对角线,
Finger Smears at t e neck of t e water carafe,
玻璃水杯的瓶颈上还残留着指印,
In is 50s, e favorites a younger man's impatient pace,
五十岁了,他却还是喜爱年轻人急切的步调,
skipping round dawdling or stupidly alted pedestrians.
跳跃着闪过或闲散或蹒跚的行人。
You're not properly living in London if you don't use t e dodges, t e s ort cuts.
如果你不懂得走捷径的妙技,那你便不算是真正生活在伦敦。
Yet it's 20 minutes' walk from work to t is lunc time date wit an old flame.
步行20分钟,去赴与旧爱的午宴之约。
Gaggles of tourists straggle more provocatively t an ever.
游客摩肩接踵的街头比以往更加恼人。
Never mind, e's making good time -note t e active verb –
没关系,他的步行还是非常顺利,——注意这个主动语态
and e expects s e'll be late.
他暗自期望她会姗姗来迟。
T e restaurant is an old aunt, t oug e asn't been t ere for years.
这间餐馆他们曾流连忘返,而他已经许多年没去光顾过了。
Zanzotti's -unreformed So o Italian. Zanzotti's –
从未改变的So o区意大利餐馆。
C ianti in a basket, breadsticks you snap wit a sneeze of dust,
篮子里的勤地酒,轻胤咬一口面包条便会因碎屑而喷嚏连连,
red ging am clot s, overlaid on t e diagonal wit plain green paper ones.
红色的方格花布,平铺在纯绿墙纸房间的对角线,
Finger Smears at t e neck of t e water carafe,
玻璃水杯的瓶颈上还残留着指印,
W en e suddenly recollects...
他猛然忆起,
W at, precisely?
那究竟是什么?
Deja vu?
那份似曾相识的感觉?(原文为法语)
Some artistic an胤alogy?
是一种美好的相似?
Too bad. Let it go.
糟糕。任由它去吧。
On t e t res old,
站在门口,
on t e edge of a s adow-world t at is yet to welcome im,
站在这迎接他的幻影世界的边缘,
e stands and waits.
他在等待。
Waits for a waiter.
等待侍者。
First disappointing t ing –
第一件令人失望的事情——
no sign of Massimo,
没有Massimo的迹象,
nor of is old staff.
也没有他的老员工。
Massimo's pirate crew, as e privately t oug t of t em,
Massimo的海盗伙计,他曾经暗暗称之,
some of w ose names e knew w ilst knowing not ing of t eir lives beyond t e act
他知道他们之中一些人的名字,却对他们的生活一无所知,除了他们在餐馆的举止
gra胤ve, flirtatious, resentful, brisk, droll –
或死气沉沉,或轻浮挑胤逗,或忿忿不平,或轻快活泼,或逗趣滑稽——
eac broug t to t e table.
一一被搬上餐桌。
Instead, young men and women
-今天取而代之的,是年轻的侍者——
roug ly alf and alf - and not all looking especially Italian.
大概各占一半——看上去并非所有都是意大利人。
How long as it been? Five years?
已经过去多少年了?五年?
Six years?
六年?
Ten?
十年?
Fifteen?
十五年?
God elp us all.
上帝救救我们。
T oug time's winged c ariot wit t e brakes off
时光如白驹过隙,一切
and in full down ill urtle must be inaudible, un eard-of, rat er,
都在指尖溜走, 在岁月的河流里湮没不闻,
to t ese sprig tly boys and girls.
即使对无忧无虑的少年少胤女亦是如此。
He is noticed, but not recognized, by a waiter e does not recognize,
他被注意到了,却没有被认出,这是位他并不认识的侍者。
but w o catc es is name in is rig t ear, t en bows clerically
侍者用右耳听到了他的名字,
over t e ledger t at bulges
便如牧师般欠身,
from all t e names, t e mont s and years of names, written in it,
翻看满是经年累月留下的名字的记事本,
and t at sits open on a slope like a c urc -lectern Bible.
它铺展在倾斜的桌面,似乎教胤堂诵经台上的圣经。
T e Book of Reservations.
“预约记录本”。
As ever, t at pause of anxiety and mute appeal.
一如往常,焦虑的暂停和无声的请求。
But t ere, appily, it is.
在那儿!很好。
Scriptural confirmation.
这是来自圣经的确认。
Wit out a Smile, wit out a word, e is eyebrowed and nodded to follow.
没有微笑,没有言语,挑眉和点头就是让他跟在身后的邀请。
T ank you.
谢谢。
And t e wine list, please?
请问酒单?……
On t e back.
在背面。
I see.
明白了。
So t ings are different after all under new mi**anagement.
在这新的不当管理之下,一切都不复从前。
Mig t ave known it. Did know it, per aps.
本该知道的。或许,已经知道了。
T e very table linen as lost its patrioti**.
亚麻桌布已经失去了往日的爱国情怀。
Plain w ite. We surrender.
纯白色。到底还是屈服了。
And t is menu -t is twanging laminated card –
而这菜单——嚓嚓作响的压层卡片——
g as a riot pоliceman's s ield.
大得简直就像防暴武警的盾牌。
Hmm. At first glance, pizzas by t e yard.
唔……一眼看过去,满是披萨。
More pizzas t an t ere s ould be.
实在是太多了。
And too muc designer pizzazz.
菜单设计者真有些**过剩。
C oose t e rig t wine and ave it ready breat ing for w en s e arrives.
挑一款好酒,在她到来之时就可以准备得当。
T ere's a mid-price C ianti,w ic won't come plump in tig t straw swaddling,
这是中等价格的勤地酒,并不太贵,
but will do for auld lang syne.
祝福那些美好的往日,已经够了。
Old times' sake being t e precarious purpose of t is tete-a-tete,
这双人午宴由于旧日的缘故,或许有什么危险的目的,
and possibly a great g mistake.
可能会铸成大错。
We said we wouldn't look back.
我们说过的,我们无法回头。
W y did s e e-mail im suggesting...?
那么她还为何会发邮件提议……?
No, HE did.
不,是他提议的。
THEY CHATTER AND LAUGH(人们谈天大笑。)
He commands - nice word -a clear view of t e entrance,
他掌控着——这是个好词——入口的视线,
lit contre-jour so t at eac new arrival, new candidate for is notice,
正对着门口,是他能够注意到每一个新的来人,
appears to step from brig tness to bat os wit a tacit apology.
从光明步入虚伪,带着心照不宣的歉意。
'Sorry, I'm not...'
‘对不起,我不是……'
But if not, w at?
但若不是,又是什么呢?
W at will s e look like?
她……会是何种模样?
Fwop!
喔!
T e cork leaves t e bottle and is quick nose wants to pick up t e escaping bouquet.
软木塞离开酒瓶,他敏感的鼻子追踪着逃逸的酒香。
Will it be all rig t?
会不错吧?
T e waiter pours out t e statutory measure –
侍者倒出了似乎是法定约束的量,
one imperial glug - w ic e lifts and breat es over t inkingly.
优雅地汩汩流胤出 - 他举起杯,若有所思地嗅着。
Not corked.
不必再盖上了。
T at's fine, t ank you. Leave it t ere.
很好了,谢谢你。放在那儿吧。
He'll do t e pouring.
他会自己倒的。
It's quite s arp but s ould broaden out.
葡萄不够熟,相当酸,应该让酸味逸出。
He takes is tumbler of water, overweig t bubbles mob ng up to greet im,
他拿起冰水,泡沫熙熙攘攘地欢迎他。
sips t at and feels t e c ill fizz **as against is palate.
轻轻啜饮,冰冷的寒意冲击着他的味觉。
T irstier t an e t oug t,
他比他所想的还要口渴
e drinks till t e ice rests on is upper lip.
他一饮而尽,直到冰块停留在他的上唇。
WOMAN: Hello.
(女声)你好。
S e's ere.
她来了。
How did t at appen? Had e taken is eyes off t e door for so long?
这是怎么回事?他已经把目光从门口移开这么久了吗?
Flustered, self-reprimanding, e is still able to start to rise from is seat...
手足无措,自我谴责,但他还是能从椅子上起身……
Well...I didn't see...
哦……我没有看到……
..and be met alfway wit a soft peck, **ack in t e middle of is mout .
却在中途邂逅了轻轻一吻,印在他的唇间。
Familiar collision of pout against pout.
唇与唇熟悉地触碰。
T oug t ere's somet ing different, too. A new...w at? Fragrance? Aura?
但也有些许不同。那不同的是什么?……芬芳?气息?
Hint of carefree expenditure?
不必计较消费的暗示?
Waft of wealt ?
富有的讯号?
How lovely.
多美。
I ope I'm not late.
但愿我没有来迟。
You're not late at all.
一点也没有。
So, t e uman paradox.
看,人类的自相矛盾、似是而非。
T e same and c anged.
未曾改变的和不复当初的……
All t at e remembers, vivid in t e differences.
他记得曾经的一切,她的改变历历在目。
Is s e t inner?
她瘦了?
Some ow t ere's a s arper outline w ic is not just **art tailoring,
似乎更加分明的曲线,又不仅仅得益于聪明的裁缝,
and er air looks better be aved.
她的发型看起来愈发精致。
S e angs er bag, pampered scarlet leat er,
她提起她的皮包,奢侈的亮红皮革,
over t e back of er c air and skips into t e seat.
挂在椅背,然后轻快地坐在椅子上。
'Now,' t at movement says.quick, eager, a touc needy,
“就是现在”, 那个动作传达着。迅速, 渴望, 急切,
as if s e were beginning a lesson in a subject s e's good at.
好像她正要上一节她所擅长科目的课。
It puts im on is mettle.
这可要让他全力以赴了。
T ere!
嗨!
Here.
嗨。
Lips, eyes, eyebrows and t e new lines in er fore ead
双唇,眉眼,额头新生的皱纹,
fill out t e armony.
调和而优雅。
Have some wine.
来点酒。
I'm afraid it...
我恐怕……
asn't really ad time.
它还没放够时间。
He pours into t e two glasses,
他倒进两个杯子,
measuring by ear identical notes.
用听觉衡量,直到持平。
T is is a disappointment. Remember t e old flasks?
真是令人失望,还记得曾经的细颈瓶吗?
Kitsc , I know, but didn't you ave a soft spot?
很俗气,我知道,但是谁又能完美无瑕?
Snug in t eir raffia like fat cuckoos in **all nests.
现在这些瓶子在酒椰里舒服地待着,就跟发福的布谷鸟蹲在巢里似的
Still, not ing lasts.
不过也是,没什么能永恒不变。
W at's t e toast? Happy days?
-祝酒词是什么呢?-美好生活?
Happy days it is.
“美好生活”, 就是它了。
Rims meet and clink, swaying t e cradled liquid.
杯缘相触,叮然声响,杯中酒液轻轻摇晃,
······
Lunc !
午宴!
O !
Nicely judged lurc es propel im down to t e ground floor.
一步未空的蹒跚带他回到底层。
And a more stately progress, just once cannoning off t e wall,
整点仪容,只要轰破城墙,
brings im back to t e restaurant, now almost deserted.
便可重回餐馆……可现在早已人去楼空。
T at's is table over t ere.
那是他的桌子。
Unoccupied. less t an an our as passed,
空无一人。将近一个小时过去了,
but e mig t ave died and be returning as a g ost.
也许他已经死去了吧,回来的不过是个鬼魂。
T e lady, s e go. You no come back.
那位夫人,她走了。你一直没有回来。
No, no, no, no. S e pay.
不,不,不,不。她付过钱了。
Airy esitation. He tucks is wallet away.
轻快的犹疑。他把钱包放回原处。
Was...Was s e angry?
她……她生气了吗?
Big s rug. Big s ake of ead.
Comical, g-mout ed grimace.
耸耸肩膀,歪歪头。可笑地咧起嘴。
Wouldn't care to say, same as enoug said.
不说也就等于说了。
Look! T ey've looked after is s oulder bag.
看哪!他们保管着他的挎包呢。
Now e is saddled and ready to depart.
现在他鞍马齐全,可以离开了。
But first, a last goodbye to t e old place.
但是首先,该对这老地方说声再见。
Not ing more empty t an a room full of tables, laid...but wit out occupants.
没有什么比摆满了桌子的房间更空旷的了,摆满了……却没有客人。
No, wait.
不,等等。
T ere's someone seated by t e window.
窗边还有一人独坐。
A very old man.
十分苍老的人。
Parc ment face, sparse w ite airs combed in strict parallels,
羊皮纸似的脸庞,稀稀落落的白发平整地梳起。
blind, staring eyes, black tie, black suit,
失明而呆滞的眼睛,黑色的领带,黑色的套装,
rigid as a cadaver from some Sicilian catacomb.
像是西西里坟茔中的死*。
Husk of life. Wit out sap, wit out savour.
空有皮囊。无 ,无肉。
Nudge im, e'll crumble.
轻轻一推,便会烟消云散。
As e turns to go,t e recognition...
他转身欲去,可一种恍然的知觉……
pierces im.
刺痛了他。
Massimo!
那是Massimo!
-T e End-
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《午宴之歌 T e Song of Lunc (2010)》
导演:尼亚尔·迈克考米克
编剧: C ristop er Reid
主演: 艾玛·汤普森、艾伦·瑞克曼、Andi Soric、肖邦·哈里森、约瑟夫·朗、Georgina Sutcliffe、C ristop er Grimes
类型: 剧情
制片国家/地区: 英国
语言: 英语
上映日期: 2010-10-08(英国)
片长: 50分钟
又名: 午餐之歌
“他”(艾伦·瑞克曼 Alan Rickman 饰)是伦敦一名默默无闻的图书编辑,经历了写作生涯的惨痛失败后,只能在工作之余写写诗,一边唾弃着他平淡无奇的工作,一边为曾经的失败爱情心怀遗憾,渐入颓唐中年。
“她”(艾玛·汤普森 Emma T ompson 饰)是“他”的 旧情人,离开他之后嫁给了一位极负盛名的作家,在巴黎过着光鲜滋润的生活。
分开15年后,两人再度相约在以前常去的餐厅共进午餐。满怀期待赴宴的“他”却发现,餐厅已面目全改,曾经熟悉的一切无迹可寻。“她”依然亮丽,却少了他记忆中的样子,食物依旧,话题却不尽人意。这一切只是他沉溺诗歌的幻想,还是他真的已经随着那老去的一切被遗弃了?
本片改编自克里斯托弗·里德(C ristop er Reid)的同名叙事诗,诗人携该诗于2010年获柯斯达文学奖(Costa Book Awards)“年度代表作...
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