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发信人: bigwindmill (大风车（复活）), 信区: Heart
标 题: 驿动的心
发信站: BBS 未名空间站 (Tue Nov 2 17:27:12 2010, 美东)
我是个很少做梦的人，一向清醒而现实地活着。也许是美国鬼节的气场太过强大，昨晚
一直处于半梦半醒之间，见到一些久远年代的朋友和亲人。有时候我醒了，睁开眼睛，
仿佛他们都还在；等我终于相信这一切都是真实的时候，却又在无意识中昏昏睡去。就
这样，醒了又睡，反复若干次。凌晨的时候外面起了风，谁家的窗户忘了关，在那里咣
咣地抱怨。终于我完全醒了，索性开了窗，站到了阳台外，正是黎明前最为黑暗的时候
。我巡视四方，什么也看不到，也许，过完一年一度的鬼节的幽灵们该回家了。微冷，
我回到床上，裹了被子盘膝坐下，静静地守候黎明。
又，想起以前读过的一篇文章，很是符合昨晚的心境。
The haunted mind
What a singular moment is the first one, when you have hardly begun to
recollect yourself, after starting from midnight slumber! By unclosing your
eyes so suddenly, you seem to have surprised the personages of your dream in
full convocation round your bed, and catch one broad glance at them before
they can flit into obscurity. Or, to vary the metaphor, you find yourself,
for a single instant, wide awake in that realm of illusions, whither sleep
has been the passport, and behold its ghostly inhabitants and wondrous
scenery, with a perception of their strangeness, such as you never attain
while the dream is undisturbed. The distant sound of a church clock is borne
faintly on the wind. You question with yourself, half seriously, whether it
has stolen to your waking ear from some gray tower, that stood within the
precincts of your dream. While yet in suspense, another clock flings its
heavy clang over the slumbering town, with so full and distinct a sound, and
such a long murmur in the neighboring air, that you are certain it must
proceed from the steeple at the nearest corner. You count the strokes--one--
two--and there they cease, with a booming sound, like the gathering of a
third stroke within the bell.
想看全文的，去这里
http://ibiblio.org/eldritch/nh/hmind.html
发信人: bigwindmill (大风车（复活）), 信区: Heart
标 题: 驿动的心
发信站: BBS 未名空间站 (Tue Nov 2 17:27:12 2010, 美东)
我是个很少做梦的人，一向清醒而现实地活着。也许是美国鬼节的气场太过强大，昨晚
一直处于半梦半醒之间，见到一些久远年代的朋友和亲人。有时候我醒了，睁开眼睛，
仿佛他们都还在；等我终于相信这一切都是真实的时候，却又在无意识中昏昏睡去。就
这样，醒了又睡，反复若干次。凌晨的时候外面起了风，谁家的窗户忘了关，在那里咣
咣地抱怨。终于我完全醒了，索性开了窗，站到了阳台外，正是黎明前最为黑暗的时候
。我巡视四方，什么也看不到，也许，过完一年一度的鬼节的幽灵们该回家了。微冷，
我回到床上，裹了被子盘膝坐下，静静地守候黎明。
又，想起以前读过的一篇文章，很是符合昨晚的心境。
The haunted mind
What a singular moment is the first one, when you have hardly begun to
recollect yourself, after starting from midnight slumber! By unclosing your
eyes so suddenly, you seem to have surprised the personages of your dream in
full convocation round your bed, and catch one broad glance at them before
they can flit into obscurity. Or, to vary the metaphor, you find yourself,
for a single instant, wide awake in that realm of illusions, whither sleep
has been the passport, and behold its ghostly inhabitants and wondrous
scenery, with a perception of their strangeness, such as you never attain
while the dream is undisturbed. The distant sound of a church clock is borne
faintly on the wind. You question with yourself, half seriously, whether it
has stolen to your waking ear from some gray tower, that stood within the
precincts of your dream. While yet in suspense, another clock flings its
heavy clang over the slumbering town, with so full and distinct a sound, and
such a long murmur in the neighboring air, that you are certain it must
proceed from the steeple at the nearest corner. You count the strokes--one--
two--and there they cease, with a booming sound, like the gathering of a
third stroke within the bell.
想看全文的，去这里
http://ibiblio.org/eldritch/nh/hmind.html