2012/04/05 18:23
I feel certain, that I'm going mad again.
I think we can't go through another of these terrible times
and I shan't recover this time.
I begin to hear voices
and can't concentrate.
So I'm doing what seems the best thing to do.
You have given me the greatest possible happiness.
You have been in every way all that anyone could be.
I know that I'm spoiling your life
and without me you could work
and you will.
I know.
You see I can't even write this properly.
What I want to say is that I owe all the happiness of my life to you.
You have been entirely patient with me
and incredibly good.
Everything is gone for me,
but the certainty of your goodness.
I can't go on spoiling your life any longer.
I don't think two people could have been happier than we have been.

Dear Leonard...
to look life in the face,
always... to look life in the face...
and to know it... for what it is...
at last to know it...
to love it... for what it is...
and then...
to put it away.

always the years between us
always the years...
always the love...
always the hours...

论文写伍尔夫,想起了这部电影The Hours。开头与结尾的这两段看了无数遍,听了无数遍。抱着石头走向河中央的Virginia说自己疯了,可我看到的却是无比的平静。

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