加载中…埃尔温.怀特的Once More to the Lake(林湖重游)节选
(2015-04-04 13:23:31)
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I took along my son, who had never had any fresh water up his
nose and who had seen lily pads only from train windows. On the
journey over to the lake I began to wonder what it would be like. I
wondered how time would have marred this unique, this holy
spot--the coves and streams, the hills that the sun set behind, the
camps and the paths behind the camps. I was sure that the tarred
road would have found it out and I wondered in what other ways it
would be desolated. It is strange how much you can remember about
places like that once you allow your mind to return into the
grooves which lead back. You remember one thing, and that suddenly
reminds you of another thing. I guess I remembered clearest of all
the early mornings, when the lake was cool and motionless,
remembered how the bedroom smelled of the lumber it was made of and
of the wet woods whose scent entered through the screen. The
partitions in the camp were thin and did not extend clear to the
top of the rooms, and as I was always the first up I would dress
softly so as not to wake the others, and sneak out into the sweet
outdoors and start out in the canoe, keeping close along the shore
in the long shadows of the pines. I remembered being very careful
never to rub my paddle against the gunwale for fear of disturbing
the stillness of the
cathedral.
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