• 2004-11-17

    近来的事情,看起来不错 - [填补在你我的缝隙]

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      没什么,只是觉得再不更新估计这个BLOG就会被OUT掉了,真是谢天谢地,竟然还存在着,真让我这等懒人感激涕零到不行.

      天终于冷了,有点十一月的样子了,想到前年现在时节买的TETSU的碟子,"十一月的组曲",呼呼,这么冷的天,最好还是待在家里睡觉,要不就是看碟子,比如上个星期六,手里还有暖茶和零食,外边下着倾盆大雨,感觉很好,而且还是近两个月来的第一场大雨,感觉更好,虽然星期天的被迫喝酒让我心情大打折扣.

      工作的地点又从道场乡转到市信访室了,无端端下班时间晚了一个小时,暂时还没有很适应中,天黑的早了,让我失去了下班后在路上闲逛的时间,唯一的好处,荷包缩水的速度比以前有所降低,不过钱总是要用的啊^^^^^^

      最近的生活,上上个星期去了南京ZHEN那里,头号任务是嘉年华,未果,停开,转道去了明孝陵,距上次竟达19年!真是汗,不过秋天落满黄叶的小路还是很美的.喜欢她那里南大门口的碟子店,压缩片竟然只要3块一张,让我买考古中国和大明宫词那么多张碟子都不会肉痛,虽然那张PHOTOSHOP的碟子是读不出来的……好吃的汤包店和糖炒栗子店,便宜的卖我喜欢的超大型陶瓷杯的小摊,还有南师大门口让人叹为观止的碟子点和忘了哪国外国人开的西饼屋,那里的樱桃起司蛋糕还有水果的冰淇淋,两个学校之间卖过期杂志的旧书店和古里八怪衣服的外贸店,我还是最喜欢这种有最平常凡俗生活气息的地方的,结果第二天在逛街的时候总是有点意兴阑珊的.

      对买CD的热情又持续地高涨起来,自我买了个一天也听不了半个小时的CD机后,总是对自己说,会有时间听的,而碟子以后说不定是会买不到的,结果就买了JS、张学友的精选,马郁、S·E·N·S、HYDE的英文伦琴、坂本龙一、SUZANNE VEGA、SARAH BRIGHTMAN……简直是一发不可收拾,连看到孙燕姿的都想买……除了最想要的Hayley Westenra 总是遍寻不得的。另,这几张碟子都很好听,虽然每张估计一遍都没听完。

      心血来潮地跑去了新华书店,才觉到自己已经很久没有买正版书了,决定支持下正版,立马花了60几个大钱买了4本书,李碧华的新小说,外国典故词典还有达芬奇密码的解密,目前看完了其中的半本……

       很强很强地花了3天就把金枝欲孽给看完了,之前在网上看了太多的评论,结果悬念尽失,不过不是大家大力推荐的话我也是不会去看的,矛盾的网络啊,处在了对港片黄金时代的怀念中,买了张至今让我念念不忘的妙手仁心的压缩片,以前是为了看PAUL和JAKIE,现在当然是看HERRY和ANNIE,II真是大相径庭啊,我不能说它垃圾,只是风格不同而已,虽然两个监制爱整人的习惯是一样的。

      看了三张碟子,饺子,一点不恐怖,恶心也一般,看完只觉得这个女人好可怜,女人还是要靠自己的啊,靠男人靠不住啊。顺便一提,千桦还是新扎里最好,她的歌是向来好的。

      月光游侠—我还是喜欢叫它月之子,虽然怎么改它都是个不咋的片子,纯然是为了HYDE的,猪真憔悴了啊,如果是在我狂热喜欢他的时候,我会看的开心的要死的,现在只好是一边连连看一边看了,但是我还是会把他买下来的,听说彩虹真的要来中国了,不知道是不是又是一次狼来了,不过我想我大概是不会去了吧,能够在明年去杭州看场张学友的雪狼湖估计都有点悬。

      还有NOTEBOOK,写我情真,恋恋笔记本这个翻译实在是汗,估计是受了之前在FictionAlley Park里那些DRACO&GINNY的粉丝们的影响,说男女主角很像他们,无论外貌还是故事情节,大概就存下了想看的念头,女主角很漂亮,男主角也满可爱,他还是不留胡子比较的好,侧面确实有点像演DRACO的TOM,不过整体来看,我越看越像马德钟了……我的眼睛啊……不过俊男美女还是养眼的,虽然他们只是回忆。然后就看到了新更新的Draco Veritas , Cassandra claire 大人啊,终于更新了,进入了最后的尾声了呢,看来DRACO&GINNY有那么点大势所趋的意思了,开心啊,不过总觉得他们不会开心很久的,结果会有人死,不过还是无限欢欣地用金山词霸看着他们的对手戏,我的烂英语啊……虽然还是有点不圆满的。挑个我喜欢的段落存在这里:

    "Ginny sodding Weasley," he said. "What the hell are you doing here?" 

    "Sodding Weasley, indeed," Ginny said, crossly, sitting back on her heels. "That's very nice, Malfoy. You could at least pretend you're happy to see me."

    "I'm not," Draco said, "happy to see you." He closed his eyes for a moment; Ginny saw how blue-black the lids were, and her angry response died on her lips. His eyes flew open, then, alarm lighting the pale irises. "Harry," he said, and got to his feet. Glass spilled off him as he stood up, a shower of razored confetti. He went to the broken window and leaned out, the set of his shoulders tight with anxiety.

    Ginny joined him. "Was Harry with you?"

    Draco nodded. "He flew me up here. He thought if one of us could get up to the roof, he could let the other one in...."

    "And then what?" Ginny said. "You were planning on taking on all of Voldemort's guards, just the two of you?"

    Draco shot her a wry look. "You make it sound like a stupid plan." He leaned further out the window, his tension deepening. There certainly seemed to be no one on the ground below: just bare black rock, unoccupied even by guards. He sighed and shut his eyes.

    "Draco, what if -"

    "Wait." He held up a hand, rapt in silent concentration. A moment later, his mouth quirked into a near-smile and he opened his eyes. "He's all right," he said. "He had to hide around the side of the castle. I'm meant to let him in if I can." He rubbed the back of his neck with a long- fingered hand. "I don't suppose you know the way to the front door?"

    Ginny shook her head. "I don't even know how to get out of this room. There are no doors, and just the one window. And you smashed it."

    Draco nodded wearily. "You might want to Reparo that."

    "I haven't got a wand."

    Draco reached into his sleeve and drew out his wand. To Ginny's surprise, he handed it to her without hesitation. There was something strangely intimate about holding another witch or wizard's wand in your hand. Draco's seemed infused with his personality. She wasn't sure how it felt about being held by her, either. If wands could be said to have moods, she would have described his as coolly amused.

    Draco smiled faintly at her. "Go on, there's a good girl."

    She raised her hand and performed a quick Reparo spell on the window. As the glass pieces flew back together, forming a seamless square, she chanced a sideways glance at Draco. He was bone-white, his eyes sunk into hollows, his lips a bloodless line. "Draco," she said, lowering the wand. "Maybe you should sit down." ,

    He nodded, exhaustion so plain in even that small movement that her heart sank. As he walked to the bed, she saw how carefully he moved. His grace had not gone, but it seemed tempered with a hesitancy she had never associated with him. He leaned back against bed cushions patterned with black thorns, and examined his hands. They were laced with tiny cuts, a fretwork of darker lines against the white skin. "You know, I don't remember this room at all," he said. "Perhaps it's meant as a prison. There must be some way out of it, though. Other people can come and go, right?"

    "I think so," Ginny said uncertainly. She hadn't seen Tom leave; she'd been hiding her face. It occurred to her that she ought to tell Draco about Tom. Slowly she sat down on the edge of the bed, looking at him. His hair against the black bedlinens looked very fair. Black had always been a good backdrop for him; it showed up his icy beauty well. He was still beautiful, even spare and drawn as he was, but with a strange translucency. "I wasn't paying attention when -"

    "Shush," Draco said suddenly, and sat up. "I like your hair like that," he said, and lightly touched the ribbon that held it back. He smiled then, the old wry twist of his mouth that always made her pulse jump. "I love and I hope," he said.

    Ginny felt the blood leap in her cheeks. "What?"

    "Your necklace," Draco said, and his hand dropped from her hair to touch the hollow of her throat. "J'aime et j'espere...I love and I hope. Where did you get that pendant?"

    "I don't remember," she lied.

    "Ah." Draco dropped his hand. "Curious. My mother used to have one much like it, that my father had given her. Apparently it was a Malfoy heirloom." He smiled faintly. "But love can hope where reason would despair...it's a nice sentiment, isn't it?"

    "Not really," said Ginny. "I know how you loathe sentiment."

    "I meant sentiment in its more specific sense, dearest," Draco said, with an airy wave of the hand that recalled his old self. "A sentence considered as the expression of a thought; a maxim; a saying; a -"

    "Don't," Ginny said. Her tone was so sharp that Draco broke off, blinking.

    "So fierce," he said. "I thought you liked it when I was pedantic."

    "It's not that," she said, winding the bedclothes tightly in her fist. "It's just I wish you wouldn't call me dearest, not right after you say you aren't happy to see me

    ' Draco's eyes had gone a slatey gray. He stood up, his hand gripping the bedpost. "Such a funny little thing you are, Ginny - what would you do if you were trapped in a burning building with no hope of escape?, Invite all your friends in to toast marshmallows?"

    "Don't make fun of me." Ginny glanced away from him, but too late; a few hot tears splashed down on her bare arm, making her jump. "Ginny," he said. His tone was sharp, almost warning. "Not now."
     
    "What's the difference?" she said drearily. "There's no way out of here anyway. And I promised -" Hermione that I would stay, she was about to say, but that promise was superseded by the other she had made, not to mention Hermione's presence to anyone.
     
    "Promised what?" Draco said. "And there must be a way out." He walked over to the wall and tapped on it, then moved aside a portrait. There was more blank stone under it. "I deplore your defeatist attitude, Ginny. Stone walls do not a prison make, nor -"

    "Stop it!" she said fiercely, standing up. The blue robes spilled sround her, their heavy weight as much a reminder of her situation as chains. "I hate it when you do that - "
     
    "Well, if you hate it," Draco said, "that certainly supersedes our current desperate situation. I wouldn't want you to be upset." His tone was acid.
     
    "I'm not like you," Ginny said. "I can't be a heroine all the time just for it's own sake. I need something to fight for."
     
    Draco turned away from the wall, letting the picture fall back in place. "And you think I can give you that?" he said, looking, for the first time, almost uncertain.
     
    "I don't know," Ginny said. "Can you?" She took a step towards him. "Just once, I want you to answer me something, and I want you to be serious, and not say anything in Latin, and not quote anything, and not make jokes, and not spout off any poetry. Do you think you can do that?"

    Draco shook his head. "Be careful what you ask for," he said, "without my Latin and my poetry and my jokes, you know, I'm just ordinary, Ginny."

    "But I want you ordinary," she cried. He flushed though his eyes were clear as glacier ice. "And it doesn't matter - you never could be ordinary, even if you tried."

    "Flattery will get you everywhere," Draco said, though there was a resigned look on his face, as if he were on his way to the gallows. "I remember," he said, "once, when you gave me the strength to fight. I suppose I owe you as much back. Less would be - dishonorable. So ask me, ask me whatever you must."

    "Do you love me?" she said.

    For a moment he was absolutely still, only the nervous movement of his hand, curling inward, showing that he had even heard her question. Finally, he said, "You really want to know?"

    "Yes," she said.

    "We're trapped in a prison, any help is continents away, Voldemort is about to subjugate the entire world to his evil will and the best we have to look forward to is very messy deaths, and you want to talk about our relationship?"

    Ginny nodded. "I want to talk about our relationship."
     
    "It's going to be very hard to do that without any poetry," Draco said plaintively.

    Ginny fixed him with an unflinching stare. "Try," she said.

    "And we have time for this before Armageddon?"

    "If you have a better suggestion," she said, "make it."
     
    He looked almost amused. Shrugging, he went over to the wardrobe and rapped on it. It made a noise much like the noise of any wardrobe when you rapped on it. "I've never told anyone I loved them before."

    "But you must have," Ginny said, surprised. "What about Hermione?"

    "She asked me once, and I said yes. But I never offered it. It would have seemed like an insult," Draco said, his tone thoughtful, and Ginny knew he was telling her the unvarnished truth - if not about the way he felt about her, then at least about the way he felt. "To her and to Harry. No, I couldn't have done that."

    "Blaise, then?"

    "I liked looking at her," he said, "and I liked that she loved me, but no, I never loved her, not the way you mean, and I never told her I did. It would have been a lie." He hesitated. "I used to think I couldn't fall in love, and then I thought that if I did it would kill me, and now I know that neither is the truth. But love hasn't killed me, although sometimes," he said wryly, " it's made me wish I were dead. I never asked you, did I," he finished with a trace of a smile, "if you loved me?"

    "I've told you I do," she said. "And I know what you think: that I love you because in my head I've made you out to be something that you aren't. But it's not true. I don't think you're some hero on a white horse who's going to rescue me, and I don't even want that. I just want you the way you are."

    "The way I am," Draco said, a faint, puzzled tiredness in his voice.

    "Yes, the way you are, and that means the bad things too." She stopped abruptly. The room was still; Draco was still, waiting. She felt an uprushing of words--all the thoughts about him that she had kept so carefully in check. " - You're cowardly sometimes, and you laugh everything off that you don't agree with, and you're selfish, and afraid of your own feelings. You despise weakness, and that means you're capable of real cruelty towards the helpless, and you despise your own weakness most of all, and that means those who love you have to watch while you hurt yourself. And right now," she added, half as an afterthought, "you look terrible."

    He laughed, but it sounded like choking. "Ah, hit me where it hurts. -"

    "But I know the good things about you, too," Ginny rushed on, her voice cracking. "And I know that when you love people, you love them completely - so I suppose there's no point asking you if you love me - because if you did, you'd know it."

    "No." He looked as stricken as if she had slapped him. "No - oh, God, you have got hold of the wrong end of the stick, haven't you? And it's my own fault." He took a step towards her, and now they were close enough to touch, though he didn't reach for her. "Ginny, I'm the last person who would know. I'm not sure I've ever managed proper love, not in all my life, only passions where they weren't wanted and nothing where they were. It's no one's fault, or no one but my father's perhaps - I've only learned the difference between love and hate this past year... I'm a child and perhaps what you need is someone more ... grown-up. Finnegan, even," he said, and his voice was both grudging and strangely sad.

    "I don't want him," she said. "I want you - I only ever did want you."

    "I know," he said, "it's not fair, is it? To either of us, really."

    "But you do know the difference between love and hate," she whispered. "You love Harry -"

    "Until I die," Draco said. "Although I suppose that isn't saying all that much."

    "It's a different sort of love, I suppose," Ginny said, and when Draco said nothing to that, she went on: "You love Hermione - you were in love with her. That night in the rose garden you as near as told me so."

    "I wonder sometimes if I fell in love with Hermione because Harry loved her," Draco said, thoughtfully. "So much of Harry transferred itself to me when we switched places - and that was the strongest emotion in his heart; perhaps I took it on myself. Not that that banishes or changes the emotion, I suppose, but it might explain it."

    "You still love her," Ginny said, accusingly.

    "In a way, yes," Draco said, lightly, "but I have put it away, with other childish things - and yes, I know, I'm quoting. I'll stop. Look at me, Ginny, please." She looked at him. She could see the fever in him, but his eyes were very clear, and lovely in their clarity. When he died, those eyes would shut forever, she thought, and banished the thought with an inward sharp wince. "Believe me," he said, "Hermione doesn't stand between us, and you mustn't blame her. It isn't because of her that I can't tell you that I love you. I'm the one you should blame and hate. This whole stupid situation has robbed me of the chance--the perfectly ordinary chance--to learn to fall in love where and when I might choose to - robbed us both, I suppose. If I could choose, I would love you with all the love my rags of heart were capable of, but I need time for that - and time is the one thing I don't have. I'm dying, and love can't grow in a dying heart, any more than you can grow a flower in darkness and water it in blood. Can you understand that?"

    "No," she wanted to say, but it would have been unkind. And through her sadness, she felt a great, strange pity for him: to die without loving and having that love returned did seem cruel to her romantic heart. Underneath all his layers of bitterness and indifference she knew Draco would feel the same, would knew that lack, and the torment of regret. "I almost understand," she began, "I wish that you could-- "

    She broke off, hearing a noise behind her. Slowly turning around, she saw a flicker of movement near the wardrobe in the corner. A moment later, Tom stepped into the room.

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  • seaandmoon你好!
    虽然这显然是几年前的事了,但是我很想知道你现在是否还保存着DRACO VERITAS的电子文本?这一部的中文翻译完整版尚未出炉,英文原站却怎么也打不开了……希望你能理解我这种摔在坑里的焦灼,如果你有保存的话,麻烦发到我的邮箱好吗?不胜感激><
    回复xudy.bellua说:
    xudy你好,我有这个书的电子英文版,但因原文件是pdf格式,被我转成word之后非常之大,所以用普通邮箱发不过去,请问你还有别的联络方式或者有网盘啥的吗,到时传给你呀~~这个书写完后作者就放出一个链接,不过没多久就被删掉了,翻译其实我们以前都参与过,都给了翻译小组。目前我自己和我一个朋友翻译到第九章的样子,还很遥遥无期呢。。。
    2009-07-27 09:20:15