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One of Willy’s friends was having a birthday party. In the countryside near Gloucestershire. Morethan a birthday party, it was a fancy-dress party, with a cringy theme. Natives and colonials.
Guests were required to dress accordingly.
January 2005.
I didn’t love fancy-dress parties. And I couldn’t stand themes. For Willy’s last birthday, or theone before, he’d had a fancy-dress party with a theme: Out of Africa. I found it irritating andbaffling. Every time I’d gone to Africa I’d worn shorts and a T-shirt, maybe a kikoi. Would thatdo, Willy? But this was magnitudes worse.
Not one item of native or colonial garb1 hung in my wardrobe. I was crashing with Pa andCamilla, some days at St. James’s, some days at Highgrove, largely living out of a suitcase, so Ididn’t give a damn about clothes. I looked most days as if I’d got dressed in a very dark anddisordered room. A fancy-dress party, therefore, with a theme, was my nightmare.
Pass. Hard pass.
Willy, however, insisted. We’ll find you something to wear, Harold.
His new girlfriend promised to help.
I liked his new girlfriend. She was carefree, sweet, kind. She’d done a gap year in Florence,knew about photography, art. And clothes. She loved clothes.
Her name was Kate. I forget what native or colonial thing she was wearing to the party, butwith her help Willy had chosen for himself some kind of…feline outfit2. Skintight leotard with (amI remembering this correctly?) a springy, bouncy tail. He tried it on for us and he looked like across between Tigger and Baryshnikov. Kate and I had a great time pointing our fingers at him androlling around on the floor. It was ridiculous, especially in a three-way mirror. But ridiculous, theyboth said, was the point of the upcoming party.
I liked seeing Kate laugh. Better yet, I liked making her laugh. And I was quite good at it. Mytransparently silly side connected with her heavily disguised silly side. Whenever I worried thatKate was going to be the one to take Willy from me, I consoled myself with thoughts of all ourfuture laughing fits together, and I told myself how great everything would be when I had aserious girlfriend who could laugh along with us. Maybe it would be Chelsy.
Maybe, I thought, I can make Kate laugh with my costume.
But what would it be? What’s Harold going to be? This became our constant topic.
On the day of the party it was decided3 that I’d go to a nearby village, Nailsworth, where therewas a well-known costume shop. Surely I could find something there.
It’s a bit blurry4, though some things come back with total certainty. The shop had anunforgettable smell. I remember its musty, moldy5 funk, with an undercurrent of something else,something indefinable, some airborne by-product6 of a tightly sealed room, containing hundreds ofpairs of trousers, shared over several decades, by thousands of humans.
I went up and down the rows, sifting7 through the racks, seeing nothing I liked. With timerunning out I narrowed my options to two.
A British pilot’s uniform.
And a sand-colored Nazi8 uniform.
With a swastika armband.
And a flat cap.
I phoned Willy and Kate, asked what they thought.
Nazi uniform, they said.
I rented it, plus a silly mustache, and went back to the house. I tried it all on. They bothhowled. Worse than Willy’s leotard outfit! Way more ridiculous!
Which, again, was the point.
But the mustache needed trimming, so I snipped9 the long bits on the ends, made it a properHitler mouser. Then added in some cargo10 trousers.
Off we went to the party, where no one looked twice at my costume. All the natives andcolonials were more focused on getting drunk and groping each other. No one took any notice ofme, which I put down as a small win.
Someone, however, snapped photos. Days later this someone saw a chance to make some cash,or some trouble, and sought out a reporter. How much for snaps from a recent party attended byyoung royals? The crown jewel of the photos was thought to be Willy in his leotard.
But the reporter spotted11 something else. Hello, what’s this? The Spare? As a Nazi?
There was some haggling12 over price, according to reports I’ve heard. A sum of five thousandpounds was agreed upon and weeks later the photo appeared in every paper in the known world,beneath titanic13 headlines.
Royal Heil to Pay.
What followed was a firestorm, which I thought at times would engulf16 me. And I felt that Ideserved to be engulfed17. There were moments over the course of the next several weeks andmonths when I thought I might die of shame.
The typical response to the photos was: What could he have been thinking? The simplestanswer was: I wasn’t. When I saw those photos, I recognized immediately that my brain had beenshut off, that perhaps it had been shut off for some time. I wanted to go around Britain knockingon doors, explaining to people: I wasn’t thinking. I meant no harm. But it wouldn’t have made anydifference. Judgment18 was swift, harsh. I was either a crypto Nazi or else a mental defective19.
I turned to Willy. He was sympathetic, but there wasn’t much to say. Then I phoned Pa. To mysurprise he was serene20. At first I was suspicious. I thought maybe he was seeing my crisis asanother opportunity to bolster21 his PR. But he spoke22 to me with such tenderness, such genuinecompassion, that I was disarmed23. And grateful.
He didn’t gloss24 over the facts. Darling boy, how could you be so foolish? My cheeks burned. Iknow, I know. But he quickly went on to say that it was the foolishness of youth, that heremembered being publicly vilified25 for youthful sins, and it wasn’t fair, because youth is the timewhen you’re, by definition, unfinished. You’re still growing, still becoming, still learning, he said.
He didn’t specifically cite any of his youthful humiliations, but I knew. His most intimateconversations had been leaked, his most ill- conceived remarks had been trumpeted27. Pastgirlfriends had been interrogated28, their rating of his lovemaking spread across tabloids29, evenbooks. He knew all about humiliation26.
He promised that the fury about this would blow over, the shame would fade. I loved him forthat promise, even though—or maybe because—I knew it to be false. The shame would neverfade. Nor should it.
Day after day the scandal grew. I was excoriated30 in newspapers, on radio, on TV. Members ofParliament called for my head on a spike31. One said I should be barred from entering Sandhurst.
The blowing-over, therefore, according to Pa’s staff, would need some help. I’d need to makesome sort of public atonement.
Fine by me, I said. Sooner the better.
So Pa sent me to a holy man.
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n.(为特殊用途的)全套装备,全套服装 | |
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3 decided | |
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5 moldy | |
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7 sifting | |
n.筛,过滤v.筛( sift的现在分词 );筛滤;细查;详审 | |
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8 Nazi | |
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18 judgment | |
n.审判;判断力,识别力,看法,意见 | |
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25 vilified | |
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v.询问( interrogate的过去式和过去分词 );审问;(在计算机或其他机器上)查询 | |
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n.小报,通俗小报(版面通常比大报小一半,文章短,图片多,经常报道名人佚事)( tabloid的名词复数 );药片 | |
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31 spike | |
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