-
(单词翻译:双击或拖选)
3.
Next to my bedroom was a sort of round sitting room. Round table, wall mirror, writing desk,fireplace with cushioned hearth1 surround. In the far corner stood a great big wooden door that ledto a bathroom. The two marble basins looked like prototypes for the first basins evermanufactured. Everything at Balmoral was either old or made to look so. The castle was aplayground, a hunting lodge2, but also a stage.
The bathroom was dominated by a claw-footed tub, and even the water spurting3 from its tapsseemed old. Not in a bad way. Old like the lake where Merlin helped Arthur find his magic sword.
Brownish, suggestive of weak tea, the water often alarmed weekend guests. Sorry, but there seemsto be something wrong with the water in my loo? Pa would always smile and assure them thatnothing was wrong with the water; on the contrary it was filtered and sweetened by the Scottishpeat. That water came straight off the hill, and what you’re about to experience is one of life’sfinest pleasures—a Highland4 bath.
Depending on your preference, your Highland bath could be Arctic cold or kettle hot; tapsthroughout the castle were fine-tuned. For me, few pleasures compared with a scalding soak, butespecially while gazing out of the castle’s slit6 windows, where archers7, I imagined, once stoodguard. I’d look up at the starry8 sky, or down at the walled gardens, picture myself floating over thegreat lawn, smooth and green as a snooker table, thanks to a battalion9 of gardeners. The lawn wasso perfect, every blade of grass so precisely10 mown, Willy and I felt guilty about walking across it,let alone riding our bikes. But we did it anyway, all the time. Once, we chased our cousin acrossthe lawn. We were on quads11, the cousin was on a go-kart. It was all fun and games until shecrashed head-on into a green lamppost. Crazy fluke—the only lamppost within a thousand miles.
We shrieked12 with laughter, though the lamppost, which had recently been a tree in one of thenearby forests, snapped cleanly in two and fell on top of her. She was lucky not to be seriouslyhurt.
On August 30, 1997, I didn’t spend a lot of time looking at the lawn. Both Willy and I hurriedthrough our evening baths, jumped into our pajamas13, settled eagerly in front of the TV. Footmenarrived, carrying trays covered with plates, each topped with a silver dome14. The footmen set thetrays upon wooden stands, then joked with us, as they always did, before wishing us bon appétit.
Footmen, bone china—it sounds posh, and I suppose it was, but under those fancy domes15 wasjust kiddie stuff. Fish fingers, cottage pies, roast chicken, green peas.
Mabel, our nanny, who’d once been Pa’s nanny, joined us. As we all stuffed our faces weheard Pa padding past in his slippers16, coming from his bath. He was carrying his “wireless,” whichis what he called his portable CD player, on which he liked to listen to his “storybooks” whilesoaking. Pa was like clockwork, so when we heard him in the hall we knew it was close to eight.
Half an hour later we picked up the first sounds of the adults beginning their evening migrationdownstairs, then the first bleaty notes of the accompanying bagpipes17. For the next two hours theadults would be held captive in the Dinner Dungeon18, forced to sit around that long table, forced tosquint at each other in the dim gloom of a candelabra designed by Prince Albert, forced to remainramrod straight before china plates and crystal goblets19 placed with mathematical precision by staff(who used tape measures), forced to peck at quails’ eggs and turbot, forced to make idle chitchatwhile stuffed into their fanciest kit20. Black tie, hard black shoes, trews. Maybe even kilts.
I thought: What hell, being an adult!
Pa stopped by on his way to dinner. He was running late, but he made a show of lifting a silverdome—Yum, wish I was having that!—and taking a long sniff21. He was always sniffing22 things.
Food, roses, our hair. He must’ve been a bloodhound in another life. Maybe he took all those longsniffs because it was hard to smell anything over his personal scent23. Eau Sauvage. He’d slather thestuff on his cheeks, his neck, his shirt. Flowery, with a hint of something harsh, like pepper orgunpowder, it was made in Paris. Said so on the bottle. Which made me think of Mummy.
Yes, Harry24, Mummy’s in Paris.
Their divorce had become final exactly one year before. Almost to the day.
Be good, boys.
We will, Pa.
Don’t stay up too late.
He left. His scent remained.
Willy and I finished dinner, watched some more TV, then got up to our typical pre-bedtimehijinks. We perched on the top step of a side staircase and eavesdropped25 on the adults, hoping tohear a naughty word or story. We ran up and down the long corridors, under the watchful26 eyes ofdozens of dead stag heads. At some point we bumped into Granny’s piper. Rumpled27, pear-shaped,with wild eyebrows28 and a tweed kilt, he went wherever Granny went, because she loved the soundof pipes, as had Victoria, though Albert supposedly called them a “beastly instrument.” Whilesummering at Balmoral, Granny asked that the piper play her awake and play her to dinner.
His instrument looked like a drunken octopus29, except that its floppy30 arms were etched silverand dark mahogany. We’d seen the thing before, many times, but that night he offered to let ushold it. Try it.
Really?
Go on.
We couldn’t get anything out of the pipes but a few piddly squeaks31. We just didn’t have thepuff. The piper, however, had a chest the size of a whisky barrel. He made it moan and scream.
We thanked him for the lesson and bade him good night, then took ourselves back to thenursery, where Mabel monitored the brushing of teeth and the washing of faces. Then, to bed.
My bed was tall. I had to jump to get in, after which I rolled down into its sunken center. It feltlike climbing onto a bookcase, then tumbling into a slit trench32. The bedding was clean, crisp,various shades of white. Alabaster33 sheets. Cream blankets. Eggshell quilts. (Much of it stampedwith ER, Elizabeth Regina.) Everything was pulled tight as a snare34 drum, so expertly smoothedthat you could easily spot the century’s worth of patched holes and tears.
I pulled the sheets and covers to my chin, because I didn’t like the dark. No, not true, I loathedthe dark. Mummy did too, she told me so. I’d inherited this from her, I thought, along with hernose, her blue eyes, her love of people, her hatred35 of smugness and fakery and all things posh. Ican see myself under those covers, staring into the dark, listening to the clicky insects and hootyowls. Did I imagine shapes sliding along the walls? Did I stare at the bar of light along the floor,which was always there, because I always insisted on the door being left open a crack? How muchtime elapsed before I dropped off? In other words, how much of my childhood remained, and howmuch did I cherish it, savor36 it, before groggily37 becoming aware of—Pa?
He was standing38 at the edge of the bed, looking down. His white dressing-gown made himseem like a ghost in a play.
Yes, darling boy.
He gave a half-smile, averted39 his gaze.
The room wasn’t dark anymore. Wasn’t light either. Strange in- between shade, almostbrownish, almost like the water in the ancient tub.
He looked at me in a funny way, a way he’d never looked at me before. With…fear?
What is it, Pa?
He sat down on the edge of the bed. He put a hand on my knee. Darling boy, Mummy’s been ina car crash.
I remember thinking: Crash…OK. But she’s all right? Yes?
I vividly40 remember that thought flashing through my mind. And I remember waiting patientlyfor Pa to confirm that indeed Mummy was all right. And I remember him not doing that.
There was then a shift internally. I began silently pleading with Pa, or God, or both: No, no,no.
Pa looked down into the folds of the old quilts and blankets and sheets. There werecomplications. Mummy was quite badly injured and taken to hospital, darling boy.
He always called me “darling boy,” but he was saying it quite a lot now. His voice was soft.
He was in shock, it seemed.
Oh. Hospital?
Yes. With a head injury.
Did he mention paparazzi? Did he say she’d been chased? I don’t think so. I can’t swear to it,but probably not. The paps were such a problem for Mummy, for everyone, it didn’t need to besaid.
I thought again: Injured…but she’s OK. She’s been taken to hospital, they’ll fix her head, andwe’ll go and see her. Today. Tonight at the latest.
They tried, darling boy. I’m afraid she didn’t make it.
These phrases remain in my mind like darts41 in a board. He did say it that way, I know thatmuch for sure. She didn’t make it. And then everything seemed to come to a stop.
That’s not right. Not seemed. Nothing at all seemed. Everything distinctly, certainly,irrevocably, came to a stop.
None of what I said to him then remains42 in my memory. It’s possible that I didn’t sayanything. What I do remember with startling clarity is that I didn’t cry. Not one tear.
Pa didn’t hug me. He wasn’t great at showing emotions under normal circumstances, howcould he be expected to show them in such a crisis? But his hand did fall once more on my kneeand he said: It’s going to be OK.
That was quite a lot for him. Fatherly, hopeful, kind. And so very untrue.
He stood and left. I don’t recall how I knew that he’d already been in the other room, that he’dalready told Willy, but I knew.
I lay there, or sat there. I didn’t get up. I didn’t bathe, didn’t pee. Didn’t get dressed. Didn’tcall out to Willy or Mabel. After decades of working to reconstruct that morning I’ve come to oneinescapable conclusion: I must’ve remained in that room, saying nothing, seeing no one, until ninea.m. sharp, when the piper began to play outside.
I wish I could remember what he played. But maybe it doesn’t matter. With bagpipes it’s notthe tune5, it’s the tone. Thousands of years old, bagpipes are built to amplify43 what’s already in theheart. If you’re feeling silly, bagpipes make you sillier. If you’re angry, bagpipes bring your bloodto a higher boil. And if you’re in grief, even if you’re twelve years old and don’t know you’re ingrief, maybe especially if you don’t know, bagpipes can drive you mad.
收听单词发音 |
1
hearth
|
|
| n.壁炉炉床，壁炉地面 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
2
lodge
|
|
| v.临时住宿，寄宿，寄存，容纳；n.传达室，小旅馆 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
3
spurting
|
|
| （液体，火焰等）喷出，（使）涌出( spurt的现在分词 )； （短暂地）加速前进，冲刺； 溅射 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
4
highland
|
|
| n.(pl.)高地，山地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
5
tune
|
|
| n.调子；和谐，协调；v.调音，调节，调整 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
6
slit
|
|
| n.狭长的切口；裂缝；vt.切开，撕裂 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
7
archers
|
|
| n.弓箭手，射箭运动员( archer的名词复数 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
8
starry
|
|
| adj.星光照耀的, 闪亮的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
9
battalion
|
|
| n.营；部队；大队(的人) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
10
precisely
|
|
| adv.恰好，正好，精确地，细致地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
11
quads
|
|
| n.四倍( quad的名词复数 )；空铅；（大学的）四周有建筑物围绕的方院；四胞胎之一 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
12
shrieked
|
|
| v.尖叫( shriek的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
13
pajamas
|
|
| n.睡衣裤 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
14
dome
|
|
| n.圆屋顶，拱顶 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
15
domes
|
|
| n.圆屋顶( dome的名词复数 )；像圆屋顶一样的东西；圆顶体育场 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
16
slippers
|
|
| n. 拖鞋 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
17
bagpipes
|
|
| n.风笛；风笛( bagpipe的名词复数 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
18
dungeon
|
|
| n.地牢，土牢 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
19
goblets
|
|
| n.高脚酒杯( goblet的名词复数 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
20
kit
|
|
| n.用具包，成套工具；随身携带物 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
21
sniff
|
|
| vi.嗅…味道；抽鼻涕；对嗤之以鼻，蔑视 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
22
sniffing
|
|
| n.探查法v.以鼻吸气，嗅，闻( sniff的现在分词 )；抽鼻子（尤指哭泣、患感冒等时出声地用鼻子吸气）；抱怨，不以为然地说 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
23
scent
|
|
| n.气味，香味，香水，线索，嗅觉；v.嗅，发觉 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
24
harry
|
|
| vt.掠夺，蹂躏，使苦恼 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
25
eavesdropped
|
|
| 偷听（别人的谈话）( eavesdrop的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
26
watchful
|
|
| adj.注意的，警惕的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
27
rumpled
|
|
| v.弄皱，使凌乱( rumple的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
28
eyebrows
|
|
| 眉毛( eyebrow的名词复数 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
29
octopus
|
|
| n.章鱼 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
30
floppy
|
|
| adj.松软的，衰弱的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
31
squeaks
|
|
| n.短促的尖叫声，吱吱声( squeak的名词复数 )v.短促地尖叫( squeak的第三人称单数 )；吱吱叫；告密；充当告密者 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
32
trench
|
|
| n./v.(挖)沟，(挖)战壕 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
33
alabaster
|
|
| adj.雪白的；n.雪花石膏；条纹大理石 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
34
snare
|
|
| n.陷阱，诱惑，圈套；（去除息肉或者肿瘤的）勒除器；响弦，小军鼓；vt.以陷阱捕获，诱惑 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
35
hatred
|
|
| n.憎恶，憎恨，仇恨 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
36
savor
|
|
| vt.品尝，欣赏；n.味道，风味；情趣，趣味 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
37
groggily
|
|
| adv.酒醉地；东倒西歪地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
|
38
standing
|
|
| n.持续，地位；adj.永久的，不动的，直立的，不流动的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
39
averted
|
|
| 防止，避免( avert的过去式和过去分词 )； 转移 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
40
vividly
|
|
| adv.清楚地，鲜明地，生动地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
41
darts
|
|
| n.掷飞镖游戏；飞镖( dart的名词复数 )；急驰，飞奔v.投掷，投射( dart的第三人称单数 )；向前冲，飞奔 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
42
remains
|
|
| n.剩余物，残留物；遗体，遗迹 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
43
amplify
|
|
| vt.放大，增强；详述，详加解说 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
购买
在百度中搜索