莉莉·詹姆斯 | 朗读《蝴蝶梦》

Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again. It seemed to me I stood by the iron gate leading to the drive, and for a while I could not enter, for the way was barred to me. There was a padlock and? chain upon the gate.昨晚，我梦见自己又回到了曼陀丽庄园。恍惚中，我站在那扇通往车道的大铁门前，好一会儿被挡在门外进不去。铁门上挂着把大锁，还系了根铁链。
I called in my dream to the lodge-keeper, and had no answer, and peering closer through the rusted spokes of the gate I saw that the lodge was uninhabited.我在梦里大声叫唤看门人，却没人答应。于是我就凑近身子，隔着门上生锈的铁条朝里张望，这才明白曼陀丽已是座阒寂无人的空宅。
No smoke came from the chimney, and the little lattice windows gaped forlorn. Then, like all dreamers, I was possessed of a sudden with supernatural powers and passed like a spirit through the barrier before me.烟囱不再飘起袅袅青烟。一扇扇小花格窗凄凉地洞开着。这时，我突然像所有的梦中人一样，不知从哪儿获得了超自然的神力，幽灵般飘过面前的障碍物。
The drive wound away in front of me, twisting and turning as it had always done, but as I advanced I was aware that a change had come upon it; it was narrow and unkempt, not the drive that we had known.车道在我眼前伸展开去，婉蜒曲折，依稀如旧。但是待我向前走去，就觉察到车道已起了变化：它显得又狭窄又荒僻，不再是我们熟悉的那个模样。
At first I was puzzled and did not understand, and it was only when I bent my head to avoid the low swinging branch of a tree that I realized what had happened.我一时感到迷惑不解，但当我低下头去避开一根低垂摇曳的树枝时，才发现了变化的来由。
Nature had come into her own again and, little by little, in her stealthy, insidious way had encroached upon the drive with long, tenacious fingers.原来自然界已恢复了本来的面目，渐渐把她细长的手指顽强而偷偷摸摸地伸到车道上来了。
The woods, always a menace even in the past, had triumphed in the end. They crowded, dark and uncontrolled, to the borders of the drive.即使在过去，树林对车道来说，也始终是个威胁，如今则终于赢得胜利，黑压压势不可挡地向着车道两侧边沿逼近。
The beeches with white, naked limbs leant close to one another, their branches intermingled in a strange embrace, making a vault above my head like the archway of a church.榉树伸开赤裸的白色肢体，互相紧紧偎依，枝条交叉错杂，形成奇特的拥抱，在我头顶构成一个形似教堂拱道的穹隆。
And there were other trees as well, trees that I did not recognize, squat oaks and tortured elms that straggled cheek by jowl with the beeches, and had thrust themselves out of the quiet earth, along with monster shrubs and plants, none of which I remembered.这里还长有许多别的树木，有些我叫不出名字，还有些低矮的橡树和翘曲的榆树，都同榉树盘根错节地纠结在一起。橡树、榆树，还有巨怪似的灌木丛以及其他一些草木，就这么纷列在这块静谧的土地上，全然不是我记忆中的景象。
The drive was a ribbon now, a thread of its former self, with gravel surface gone, and choked with grass and moss. The trees had thrown out low branches, making an impediment to progress; the gnarled roots looked like skeleton claws.车道已变成一条细带，与过去比，简直成了一根线！路面的沙砾层已不知去向，只见密密的一片杂草和青苔。树枝倒垂下来，阻挡着我的去路，节瘤毕露的根部活像骷髅的魔爪。
Scattered here and again amongst this jungle growth I would recognize shrubs that had been landmarks in our time, things of culture and grace, hydrangeas whose blue heads had been famous.在这片荒凉芜秽的林莽中间，时而也还能认出一些灌木丛，那是当年我们居住时的标志，是人工栽培和雅趣的产物。如紫阳，它的花穗曾经颇负盛名。
No hand had checked their progress, and they had gone native now, rearing to monster height without a bloom, black and ugly as the nameless parasites that grew beside them.但如今因为无人修剪照拂，也成了野生植物，枝干高得出奇，却开不出一朵花来，又黑又丑，与左近那些无名的草木没有什么两样。
On and on, now east now west, wound the poor thread that once had been our drive. Sometimes I thought it lost, but it appeared again, beneath a fallen tree perhaps, or struggling on the other side of a muddied ditch created by the winter rains.忽而东，忽而西，这条可怜的细线歪歪扭扭地向前伸展。（而它一度就是我们的车道啊！）有时我以为它到头了，不料它又从一棵倒在地上的死树底下钻出，或是在一道由冬日绵雨积成的泥泞小沟的那头挣扎着露出头来。
I had not thought the way so long. Surely the miles had multiplied, even as the trees had done, and this path led but to a labyrinth, some choked wilderness, and not to the house at all.我从未觉得道儿竟这么长，那距离想必是不断成倍延伸，就像树木成倍往高处长去一样。车道似乎根本不通向宅子，而是引入一片迷津，通向一片混饨杂乱的荒野。
I came upon it suddenly; the approach masked by the unnatural growth of a vast shrub that spread in all directions, and I stood, my heart thumping in my breast, the strange prick of tears behind my eyes.突然间，我一眼看到了那宅子，宅前的通道被一大簇乱生乱长的异样灌木覆盖了。我仁立着，心儿在胸中怦怦剧跳；眼眶里泪花滚动，带来一阵异样的痛楚。
There was Manderley, our Manderley, secretive and silent as it had always been, the grey stone shining in the moonlight of my dream, the mullioned windows reflecting the green lawns and the terrace. Time could not wreck the perfect symmetry of those walls, nor the site itself, a jewel in the hollow of a hand.这就是曼陀丽！我们的曼陀而故居！还是和过去一样的隐僻、静谧。灰色的砖石在梦境的月光里显得白惨惨的，嵌有竖框的窗子映着绿草坪和屋前平台。时光的流逝，丝毫无损于围墙的完美对称，也无损于宅基本身，整个宅子宛如手掌心里的一颗明珠。