为什么读了那么多次,再读都还是觉得动人?人的流动性、情感的不确定性、孩童的天真、我们成年后幸运尚存的一点点天真残余,都像Nell逢场作戏时眼睛里的光,"[the lustre] is sometimes seen on teapots but rarely in a human face",那么物化又那么诱人。
伍尔夫真是在玩笑一样地写作,玩笑一样地设定不死的Greene,死了的Pope和Addison,但玩笑里又有严肃,谨慎self-censor、谨慎去想Vita。真幻谁能说——她此刻住在奥兰多身体里,住在Vita身体里,她们此时同一。
Only Woolf’s worlds permit me to capture the moment when color fades; light turns into shadow; the stone melts; a boy becomes a woman; The glitter and the flash.