Chapter 8 The ups and downs of life, the darkness comes prematurely

The ups and downs of life come dark prematurely (1) Karl But that doesn't make you an artist.An artist is a person who is gifted in some way, and his talent makes him do certain things better, while those who do not have talent can only do a mess or even not do it at all.If there is any point in the use of language, it is that a word is used to represent a particular fact or idea, but not another fact or idea.I can say I can fly... I say, look, I'm flying.But someone will point out that you are not levitating in the air and propelling yourself forward.Ah, no, I replied, that was no longer considered a concern of a man who could fly.In fact, people object to this perception.Today, fliers never leave the ground and don't want to know how to do so.My somewhat confused interlocutor then said, I see, so when you say you can fly, you are using the word in a purely personal sense.I said, I'm sure I've made it clear.And the relieved guy said, so you can't actually fly?On the contrary, I said, I have just told you that I can fly.don't you understand?Dear Tristan, you just want me to accept that the word "art" means whatever you want it to mean; but I don't.

Why not Charla?You're making me take yours too, when you say patriotism, duty, love, liberty, king and country, brave little Belgium, whimsical little Serbia-- Carl (coldly) You're insulting my comrades, many of whom died on the battlefield -- Chara - and Glory - have historically waged wars for expansion and self-interest, their sophistry all timed to the beat of patriotic hymns.Music is corrupted, language is raped.Words are used to express their opposite meanings.That is why anti-art is the art of our time. (The debate slowly became more heated.) Carl is so bold.Wars are fought to make the world a safer and more livable place for artists.Although never stated in this way, it helps to understand what the ideal of civilization really is.The easiest way to know whether good has triumphed over evil is to examine the artist's freedom.The ingratitude of artists, their hostility in fact, not to mention their loss of courage and decline of talent - so "modern art" is this virtue - just proves that artists are free to be ungrateful, free to be hostile, free to be self-centered and ungifted liberties, for their liberties I go to war.

Chara fought for oil wells and coal mines; for control of the Dardanelles or the Suez Canal; to plunder colonies, conquer markets, buy cheap and sell dear.War is merciless capitalism, and a lot of people who fight know it, but they fight anyway because they don't want to be heroes.It takes courage to sit back and be treated like a hero.But how much better it is to live bravely in Switzerland than to die cowardly in France, and it goes without saying is good for the trousers. Carl My God, you little Romanian Middle Eastern--you bloody Latino--you quick-rich, bombastic, smart-ass, arty Balkan shit! ! !You think you know everything! --While we poor dupes think we are fighting for an ideal, you have learned deeply the truth, what is really going on beneath the surface! --You've thought of a phrase for it!You nerd!Do you think your phrases are a true summary of everyone's everyday life? --Brutal capitalism? --Do you think that's the real story of the wire-cutters caught in the crossfire in no man's land? (viciously) This kind of thinking is rampant in Zurich! --You slacker!Let me tell you what really happened: I went to war because that was my job, because my country needed me, and because that was patriotism.I went to war because I believed those boring little Belgians and incompetent Frenchies had a right to protection from German militarism and that's the love of freedom and that's what's really going on under the surface and I don't want it Some cowardly Bolshevik told me that I lived and died in the trenches because the arms dealers made money.

Chara (furious) is so right!You were born and died in the trenches because on June 28, 1900, the heir to the throne of the Austro-Hungarian Empire married an unsuitable wife, and then found out that his beloved wife was not allowed to attend any royal functions with him, except when When he acted in his capacity as Inspector General of the Austro-Hungarian Army - so he decided to inspect the troops in Bosnia in this capacity, so that at least on their wedding anniversary, June 28, 1914, they could stand side by side Ride through the streets of Sarajevo in an open horse-drawn carriage! (emotionally) Ahaha!

(Then he suddenly slaps his palms and there is a gunshot) Or, to put it another way-- Carl (quietly) We're here because we're here... because we're here because we're here...we're here because we're here because we're here because we're here... (Carl unconsciously hums a familiar tune, very quietly. Chara joins in, using "da-da" sounds to the same tune. The lights start to dim.The humming gets louder.Cal began to speak, and Chara continued to hum softly for a while while Cal spoke. ) Great day!Morning dew on no man's land--in the morning sun, the dewdrops on the poppies glisten!The trenches come alive!..."Good morning, Corporal! All quiet on the Western Front?"..."All is well, sir!"--"Go on!"--The great spirit in the trenches--the whole history of human conflict, again There is nothing like that courage, that camaraderie, that warmth, that cold, that mud, that stench--fear--ignorance--JESUS ​​CHRIST!But because of this blessed leg! --I never thought I'd be chosen, I'd be helped, I'd be blessed with a few drops of blood from a wound--Oh, my God! --I was able to lie in the snow-white eiderdown quilt, a peaceful paradise far away from war!Mysterious Swiss characteristics, sincere and friendly understanding!Jesus Christ I come out! --Into the valley of the wounded--Carl at the Consulate!

(The lights return to normal.) What brings you here, my dear Tristan? Charla oh, fun, fun... what more can one go out for?I see you, Henry, is it as good as ever? Karl had a cucumber sandwich at five o'clock, which, I believe, was the norm in high society.Where have you been since last Thursday? Chara at the public library. Karl what exactly are you doing there? Charla This is the question I keep asking myself too. Carl So what's the answer? Charla "Hush--!" Cecily was not allowed to rap in the reading room. Who is Carl Cecily?Is she as beautiful and educated as her name?Cecily was the name that would be admired at christenings of upper-class children.

Charla Cecily is a female librarian.I said, do you know a guy named Joyce? The name Carl Joyce would only make the child gossip around the baptismal font. ①Joyce is the surname of James Joyce, but Joyce is also a name, mostly used for women - Annotation. ②A yarn with a texture similar to wool.Donegal is a county in Ireland, famous for its fine wool products - Annotation.Charla No, no, it's Mr. Joyce, an Irish writer who mainly writes limericks.The Christian name is James Augustine, but due to the mistake of the clerk, it was registered as James Augusta, which is rarely known. The ups and downs of life come dark prematurely (2)

Karl Of course I don't know about it.But then again, I've never been interested in Irish things.In high society, an interest in Irish affairs would have been taken as the first sign of radical vulgarity tinged with freshness. The Chara War trapped Joyce and his wife in Trieste, Austria-Hungary.They came to Switzerland and settled in Zurich.He lived on University Street and was often seen around, in the library, in the cafés.He wore, say, a black pinstripe jacket with gray herringbone trousers, or a brown Donegal jacket with black pinstripe trousers, or a gray herringbone jacket with brown trousers, always wearing a Disassemble the same suit and wear it incongruously: it is really unreasonable.His limericks are said to be more interesting, but the limericks are unlikely to start a revolution—I say, do you know a guy named Ulyanov?Karl, I find it hard to keep up with your words.And you haven't told me what you do in the public library.I didn't know that poets today are interested in literature.Or are you interested in Cecily?

Goodness Charla, that's not the case.Cecily is, as you might guess, very pretty and well-bred, but her ideas about poetry are very old-fashioned, and her knowledge of poets, like her knowledge of everything else, is oddly alphabetical .She worked her way down the shelf and had read Allingham, Anon, Arnold, Belloc, Blake, both Brownings, Byron, etc., I think, all the way to G. Karl who is Allingham? Chara "Mountains soaring to the sky, valleys overgrown with rushes, where we dared not hunt for fear of dwarves..." ① Cicely would look upon every poem out of a hat with the utmost suspicion.Hey - why is there a teacup? --Why are there cucumber sandwiches?Who wants to drink tea?

①From Allingham's poem "The Fairies" ("Elves")-Annotation.Karna was just for Gwendolyn - she was usually back around this time. Chara was such a delight, but to be honest, I expected this.I'm in love with Gwendolyn, and I've come to propose to her. Carl, how strange. Charla is certainly not surprised, Henry, I have confessed my feelings to Gwendolyn very clearly. Carl Yes, you confessed, boy.I wonder that you must have seen Gwendolyn at the public library, because she left here every morning this week saying she was going there, and Gwendolyn is an absolutely honest girl.In fact, as her older brother, I already had to talk to her about it.Scrupulous honesty can give a young girl a reputation for insincerity.I know a few plain-looking girls who say nothing, and only rely on the ability to tell people and tell lies, and they once swept the whole London society.

Charla Oh, I assure you, Gwendolyn is in the public library.But I have to admire her from a distance, from economics all the way to foreign literature. Carl: I didn't know that Gwendolyn knew foreign languages, and I don't agree with her.This kind of thing just makes girls' hearts bigger.Charla is right, in this library, foreign literature includes English. What a novel arrangement Carl.Any reason given? CHARA (impatiently) Henry, the problem is, I can't talk to her alone. Karl, yes--her older female companion. Chara's older girlfriend? Karl Yes - you don't think I'd let my sister walk around without an older chaperone in this foreigner-infested city?Gwendolyn made a friend in Zurich.I haven't met her, but Gwendolyn assures me they are always inseparable.And I asked carefully, and found out that she is a decent and restrained person, and she will only have a good influence on my sister.She was actually a middle-aged lady, modestly dressed, with glasses, and her name was Joyce, oh my!Was he after her money? Chara has can only be considered cannibalization.He claims to be writing a novel and has turned Gwendolyn into one of his followers.She typed for him, looked up information and so on.The poor girl was too naive to think about what books could be written with reference to Homer's Odyssey and Dublin Street Directory 1904. Karl Homer's Odyssey and Dublin Street Directory? Charla 1904. Karl I admit that this combination of sources is unusual, but not impossible.Either way, you don't have to act as if you're married to her.You haven't married her yet, and I don't think you can marry her either. Why do you say that, Charla? Karl Firstly, girls will never marry a Romanian; secondly, I will not allow it. Charla you disagree! Brother Karl, Gwendolyn is my sister, and before I allow you to marry her, you have to clear up Jack's big problem. Charajack!What exactly do you mean?Henry, what do you mean Jack?I don't know anyone named Jack. Carl (taking a library card out of his pocket) You left this here when you came back from dinner last time. Charla, you mean, my library card is always here?Made me do a new one and paid a small fine. Carl, you're ridiculous -- this library card doesn't belong to you.The name on it is Mr. Jack Chara, and your name is not Jack, but Tristan. Charla No, no, my name is Jack. Karl you always tell me your name is Tristan.When I introduced you to others, I said your name was Tristan, and when others called Tristan, you agreed.Your notoriety at Melmer's is also tied to Tristan.It is ridiculous that you say your name is not Tristan. Charla Well, my name is Tristan at Melmer's and Jack at the library.This library card is issued by the library. It's understandable caution that Carl writes - or at least draws words out of his hat - under one name and another at the public library - but I can't believe it, that's all Explanation. CHARA Dear Henry, it is easy to explain.One day last year, shortly after our blaring, crashing, fire extinguishing noise concert at Melmer's was a hit, a bunch of boys went to Zam Adler's for beers -- me, Hans Arp, Hugo Barr, Picabia... At that time, Arp was, as usual, stuffing a piece of warm croissant up his nose, and I was quietly improving a poem by Shakespeare with a pair of scissors. Quatrains. Which one is Carl? Chala I think it's number eighteen, it starts with "Vergleichensolleichdichdem Sommertag, Daduweitlieblicher,weitmilderbist?①" It wasn't worth the effort for Karl to speak in German. The ups and downs of life come dark prematurely (3) ①Chara translated the poem into German, meaning: "How can I compare you to summer? You are not only cuter than it, but also gentler than it." Later Gwendolyn recited the entire poem-- Annotation.CHARA (happily) Oh, dead wrong.If it doesn't take that effort, it is not a Dada work.Then, who else would come in with a bunch of Zimmerwaldites, except Ulyanov, also called Lenin? ①Zimmerwald is a village near Bern, Switzerland. In September 1915, the first representative conference of the International Socialists was held in Zimmerwald.Attending the meeting were 37 representatives (including 29 from the right) and 1 observer from Germany, France, Italy, Russia, Poland, Latvia, Romania, Bulgaria, Sweden, Norway, the Netherlands and Switzerland.At the meeting, the revolutionary internationalists headed by Lenin waged a sharp struggle with the Kautskyist majority headed by German Social Democrat Gerd Ledeberg.The Left led by Lenin proposed a draft resolution and a draft declaration on the war and the tasks of the Social Democrats, which called for the transformation of the imperialist war into a civil war and a break with opportunism and social chauvinism. The draft was rejected by 19 votes to 12.However, due to Lenin's insistence, some basic views of the Zimmerwald left were written into the manifesto adopted by the meeting.The Zimmerwaldism that Cecily refers to refers to these views put forward by Lenin here-Annotation.Karl Zimmerwaldite, sounds like the last entry in the dictionary of revolutionary socialism. Chara is. In Zimmerwald in 1915 we called upon the workers of the world to rise up against the war. Karl us? Chara Well, I ate with them.In fact, we were eating with them at Zam Adler when someone started playing a Beethoven sonata on the piano in the restaurant.Lenin couldn't help himself, crying like a child.After he calmed down, he wiped away his tears and began to criticize the Dadaists! -- "Depraved nihilists, it's cheap to give 'em a good beating" and so on.Fortunately, he didn't know the name Chara at all.But a few days later, I met him in the library, and he introduced me to Cecily. "Charla!" she said, "I hope it's not the Dadaist!" I could feel Lenin's eyes on me. "That's my brother Tristan," I replied. "Unfortunate. What a terrible blow to our family." When I filled out the application, for some reason, the first name that came to mind was Jack.Turns out, it's a pretty good name. Karl (interestedly) Did Cecily know Lenin? Oh yes, Charla, he has developed Cecily as his follower.He is writing a book on imperialism and she helps him. Carl (thoughtfully) You mean the reading room, right? Charla They see eye to eye on everything, including art.I am a Dadaist, a natural enemy of bourgeois art, and a natural ally of the political left, but there is something strange about revolution, the more leftward politically those people like the art of the bourgeoisie. Carl is not surprised at all.A revolution in art has nothing to do with a class revolution.Artists are part of a privileged class.Art is understandably overrated by artists, but oddly enough, it's also unreasonably overrated by everyone else. Chara because man cannot live on bread alone. Carl No, he can.One cannot live by art alone.When I was at school, sometimes in the afternoon we all had to do what is called "work" - weeding, sweeping, sawing wood for the boiler room, etc.; Spend the afternoon leisurely in the room.Either labor or art.Do you have a note valid for life? (excitedly) Where did you get that?Who is an artist?Nine hundred people out of a thousand are doing a job, ninety are doing a good job, nine are doing a great job, and one lucky bastard is an artist. CHARA (with difficulty) Yes, thank God! --when you look at the pictures he made on the walls of the caves, and the nail designs he accidentally stamped on the clay cooking dishes, then you say, my God, I'm one of these people.It's not hunters and warriors that give you the vision, the clarity of thought, and the appreciation for those fancy pants of your own style. Karl Oh no, it's them.The hunter adorns the pot, the warrior scribbles the antelope on the wall, and the artist returns home with his prey.A decent chunk.The idea that the artist is a special race, the greatest achievement of art, is a fake! Charla My goodness, you bloody English philistine - you ignorant smug fake bourgeois Anglo-Saxon fool!When the strongest men start fighting for the tribe, and the fastest men start hunting for the tribe, it is the artist who becomes the priest-guardian with the magic that summons the intellect out of man's instinctive desires .Without him, man is a coffee bean grinder.Eat - grind - pull.Hunting - eating - fighting - grinding - sawing wood - pulling.What separates a human from a coffee bean grinder is art.But the distinction has become smaller and smaller.Art creates patronage and in turn corrupts patronage.Art began to celebrate the ambitions and achievements of the parents of food and clothing.The artist has negated himself: painting - eating - carving - grinding - writing - pulling. (light change) In the past, without art, man was a coffee bean grinder, but now with art, man - is still a coffee bean grinder!This is the idea that the works of Dadaism want to convey. --Dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada... (Charla yells, growls. Carl remains motionless. When Bennett opened the door, the lights changed to normal.Everything is back to "normal". ) Miss Bennett Gwendolyn and Mr. Joyce are visiting. (Gwendolyn and Joyce enter as before. Bennett exits.) Good morning Joyce, my name is James Joyce-- Carl James Augusta ? Joyce (surprised) Are you blind? Not Carl - I've studied the fringes of Irish diaspora literature quite a bit. Joyce you know my work? Carl doesn't -- only your first name. Miss Chalakar... Mr. Gwenchara... Karl...but you have something reminiscent of Oiltown. Joyce is Dublin, you don't know it, do you? Karl just got it from the guidebook and I think you're revising it. Joyce yes. The ups and downs of life come dark prematurely (4) Oh Gwen!Sorry - so rude!Henry--Mr. Joyce-- Hello Carl! Happy to meet Joyce. Good day Chalari! Joyce, I was about to say-- Gwen, do you know Mr. Chara the poet? ①Benhof Street: Zurich's most famous commercial and shopping boulevard - Annotation.Joyce had met and was well known; but I was glaucomatous and vain.One day recently, while walking along the Benhofstrasse, I was hit in the eye by a gallery window and nearly lost consciousness from the pain. Mr. Gwen Joyce has written a poem on it.This is where the two of you are the same. Joyce couldn't tell, Mr. Chala's eye disease was monocular, and it was said to be faked, but I had conjunctivitis, iritis, and synechia, all of which had medical certificates. I was a thorn in the side of people all over the world. Gwen I'm talking poetry.I was thinking just now of your poem "Benhofstrasse", which begins: "laugh at my eyes pointing the way In the evening I take a leisurely walk along the road purple road sign on gray road It is the stars that are meeting and entwining. " Chara (to Joyce) to your masterpiece I have an extremely large umbilical cord①. (Gwendolyn screams: "Oh!") I will alienate a monument for you. (Oh!) Art for art's sake - I'm also hemorrhoids about this. ①The original text is "expectorations (spit)", which is similar in pronunciation to "expectation (expectation)"--Annotation. ②The original text is "evacuate (removal, evacuation, excretion)", which has a similar pronunciation to "erect (establishment, establishment)"--annotation. ③The original text is "defecate (defecation, defecation, clarification)", which has a similar pronunciation to "dedicate (devotion, focus)".In these three places, under the guise of inaccurate pronunciation, Chara deliberately used shocking dirty words to express his hostility to Joyce--Annotation.Gwen is sincere-- Charla I am a foreigner. Joyce me too. Gwen But this is the most beautiful voice I have ever heard.I have a good ear, Mr. Challa, don't you think so? Miss Chalakar, you are perfect. Gwen Oh, I hope not.Then there is no room for development. Joyce But haven't you read Mr. Chala's poems? I'm ashamed of Gwen for not having read it - but maybe you are the one to be ashamed, Mister Challa. Charla, I admit it - but the problem is easily remedied, and right away.Gwen (excitedly) Oh, Mr. Chala! ... (Charla retreats to the sideboard or desk--if there is one--and begins to write expertly on a large piece of white paper.) CARL (to Joyce) How about you, Doris? Joyce being Joyce. Carl Joyce. I have come to visit you, Mr. Joyce, not as a poet, but as manager of a troupe of English actors. Manager Carl? Joyce yes. Carl Well, if it's money you're after, I'm afraid... Gwen Oh, Henry! --He's about to put on a play, and Mr. Joyce wants your official support-- Joyce Maybe I explain better.Sir, I seem to have a very bad reputation among the English circles in Zurich.Is this because I contribute from time to time to neutral journals, or because my "Mr. Dooley" begins: ① Mr. Dooley is a character in the series of works of Chicago news writer and editor of "Currier" magazine Finley Dunn (1867-1936). "All valiant nations run to war, He took a taxi home for dinner; Reading the rhetoric of the ruler of the earth, He was too happy to speak while eating the melon. " -- the end is: "This is Mr Dooley Mr Dooley The wisest man our country has ever seen! poor europe wobbles Like a flock of sheep going to the slaughterhouse Mr. Dooley sighed - woolly - woolly - woolly. " Or there are other reasons why people still get the impression that I am equally indifferent to both sides. Carl aren't you? ①This sentence is a parody of a sentence in the pair: "The most proud boast of an Englishman is: I am not in debt."--Annotation. ②Sheridan (1751-1816), a British dramatist, is famous for his comedies. His masterpieces include "The School of Rumors", "Rival in Love" and so on--annotation.Joyce was only as an artist.As an artist, I naturally despise the swings and detours of political history.But I come here not as an artist, but as James O'Joyce.I am an Irishman.The proudest boast of an Irishman is--I paid off my debts...   The ups and downs of life come dark prematurely (5) Carl said so, money. Joyce Of course you'd be welcome to give a few quid - but I'm here to pay my debts.After years of self-reliance and hardship, my work was neglected, reviled, and even burned by a bigoted Irish printer, as is the case with Dublin printers, and not long ago, at the behest of the Prime Minister, I received a letter from A hundred pounds from royal dues. Prime Minister Karl --? Mr Joyce Asquith. Karl I know very well who is the Prime Minister now - I am the representative of His Majesty's government in Zurich. Mr Joyce's present prime minister was Mr Lloyd George, but then Mr Asquith's prime minister. Carl Oh, that's right. Joyce I don't have a hundred pounds in hand now, and I don't want to pay the debt in kind.However, I mentioned the British Entertainers just now.Thanks to the war, Zurich became the theater center of Europe.Here the war was waged in terms of culture - Italian opera against French painting - German music against Russian ballet - but nothing British.Night after night, on this sloped stage of the Alpine renaissance, actors staggered about, speaking every language but none—the language of Shakespeare—the language of Sheridan—the language of Oscar Wilde. . . . It is planned to put a batch of great plays on the stage to let the Swiss understand who is leading the world's theater arts. ① Carr refers to the opera "Patience" by Gilbert and Sullivan, and Joyce heard the literal meaning of patience: wait a minute, do nothing.The following two are also operas by Gilbert and Sullivan-Annotation. ② Carl called Joyce by the wrong name - Annotation. ③Goneril is the eldest daughter of King Lear in "King Lear"--Annotation.Carl Gilbert and Sullivan -- for God's sake. Gwen and Mr. Joyce's own play, "The Exile," which unfortunately hasn't yet-- Joyce that doesn't matter-- Carl's "Patience" ①! Joyce is exactly right.The most important works come first. Carl The Jury! The Pirates of Penzance! Joyce's first English-language play that we're going to use is The All That Matters. Carl (pause) I don't know this show.But I've heard of it and don't like it.It was a play written by an Irishman--(glances at Gwendolyn) Hell of sin--Janice, listen to me, I can tell you, Your Majesty's government-- Joyce I came to ask you to play the leading role. Carl what? Joyce We will be honored and greatly appreciated. Carl Why on earth do you think I'm qualified to play the leading role in "The Important Thing Is Serious"? Gwen was my suggestion, Henry.You were great as Goneril at Eton. Karl Yes, I know, but-- Joyce We lack a good actor for the leading role--an English gentleman with eloquence and wit-- Karen really? Joyce wasn't Ren--it was the other one. Carl (tempted) No--no--I absolutely-- Joyce was aristocratic--romantic--quitty--a young, smartly dressed man. Carl is smartly dressed...?Joyce said it this way: Although I sometimes dress too well, I can make up for it by being more learned.To give you an idea of ​​what kind of person he is. How many times does Carl have to change clothes? Joyce changed the whole set twice. Is Carl in the city or the country? Joyce started in the city and then in the country. Karl indoor or outdoor? Joyce has both. Cal summer or winter? Joyce summer, but not too hot. Carl doesn't rain? Joyce was cloudless. Karl But he can - wear a straw hat? That's exactly what Joyce called for in the script. Carl also, he can't wear- pajamas, can he? It was explicitly forbidden in Joyce's script. Karl doesn't want to wear mourning, does he? Joyce doesn't want it, it's another wear--Ren Zhen. Carl (clapping his hands) briefly describes the play, omitting all but important details. ① High-end residential area in the West End of London - Annotation.Joyce's first act.The curtain rises.In an apartment in Mayfair.Time for afternoon tea.You go on stage in a dark green velveteen jacket with black buttons, white stockings, a fancy bow tie, elasticated boots, and trousers of your choice. The ups and downs of life come dark prematurely (6) Karl should let me go for a walk. Joyce Rose Garden.After lunch, some small characters are doing interspersed action.You're dressed in your cheerful garden party attire—a straw hat trimmed with ribbons, a blazer with fancy stripes, variegated shoes, and trousers of your choice.Karl (immediately) beige flannel. Joyce Act III.In the morning, in the room.after a little while. Carl wants to change clothes? Joyce, maybe, just change a line or two... Karl, did you bring the script? Joyce brought it. Karl, let's go to the next room and read it carefully. (Carl opens the door to "his" room for Joyce.) Joyce about those two pounds-- KARL (reaching generously for his purse) My dear Phyllis...! ① Carl misremembered Joyce's name again - Annotation. (--Close the door after entering. pause.Do not move. ) Gwen (dazedly) Sinful man... stupid guy. (Charla comes forward, with rare self-confidence, holding a hat like a bowl full of water. He has written a Shakespeare sonnet and cut it into pieces Words in hats.) Miss Chalakar... Mr. Gwenchara! --Aren't you leaving now? (points to the hat) Chara I won't go until I dedicate my poem to you. (He offers the hat. Gwen looks in.) Gwen, your skills are extraordinary. All Chara's poetry is a reshuffle of a deck of cards, and all poets are liars.I offer you a sonnet by Shakespeare, but it is no longer his.In the source from which it came, my atoms were uniquely organized, and my signature was written in the hands of chance. Which sonnet is Gwen? Chara's eighteenth poem, in English. Gwen "How can I compare you to Summer..." "...you are not only cuter but also gentler than it. The strong wind tramples May's beloved tender stamen The lease period for summer is too short..." (She continues to read, with romantic orchestral accompaniment.) "The eyes of heaven sometimes shine too hard, Its shining golden face is often hidden; Destroyed by chance or impermanent heaven, There is no beauty that does not wither or perish at last; But your long summer never fades, Nor will I lose your bright red fragrance; Or Death boasted that you wandered in his shadow, When you grow with time in immortal poetry: As long as there are human beings, or human beings have eyes, This poem will live forever and give you life..."① ①Translation by Liang Zongdai--Annotation. ②Quoted from the third act of Shakespeare's "Julius Caesar" - Annotation. ③Quoted from the first act of Shakespeare's "Hamlet" - Annotation. ④ Together with the previous sentence of Gwen's words, it is quoted from Shakespeare's "As You Like It", Act Three, Scene Three-Annotation. ⑤Quoted from Shakespeare's "Hamlet", Act IV, Scene IV - Annotation.Charla Yes, that one. Gwen You tear him up because he made bad poetry? (She lets go of her hand, letting a handful of words fall from her fingers back into her hat, and her sadness begins to turn to anger.) These are just random and jumbled words, sir. Chara, ma'am. Gwen Really, I hope the gods make you poetic. Charla I don't know what it means to be "a little poetic".Are you being honest in what you say and do?Does such a thing really exist ④? 格温上帝造下我们来，使我们能够这样高谈阔论，瞻前顾后，当然要我们利用他所赋予我们的这一种能力和灵明的理智，不让它们白白废掉⑤。 ①引自莎士比亚的第五幕第二场--译注。 ②引自莎士比亚的《亨利五世》第五幕--译注。 ③引自莎士比亚的《亨利四世(上)》第三幕第一场--译注。 ④引自莎士比亚的《奥赛罗》第二幕第三场。"弄碎这东西"在此处是双关语：也指用剪刀剪碎了诗--译注。 ⑤引自莎士比亚的《哈姆雷特》第五幕第二场--译注。 ⑥引自莎士比亚的《温莎的风流娘儿们》第一幕第一场--译注。 ⑦引自莎士比亚的第32首十四行诗--译注。 ⑧这段诗本应每个字都出自前一首莎翁的十四行诗，事实上英文原文是做到了这一点的。这些"随意"抽出的词组，竟然真组成了一首"新诗"。只是这首新诗带有非常强烈的色情意味，以至于格温花容失色。译者才力有限，无法顾全斯托帕的机心，只好把新诗意思翻译出来，而没做到让每个词都取之于前一首诗--译注。查拉我想我命里没有诗才①。那些舌尖上用功夫的家伙，凭着花言巧语，博得了女人的欢心；可是他们也会推三托四，把自己的无情撇得一干二净②。没有什么比装腔作势的诗歌，更会让我恨得牙根痒痒③。 生活的沉浮黑暗过早降临（7） 格温(对他的恶声恶语，她应声而起)你的忠实和爱，确实弄碎了这个东西④。--请你把帽子带好，它是用在头顶上的⑤！(吹掉一张纸片)我宁愿要我的诗歌和十四行诗集，也不要四十个先令⑥。 (她已背过身去。他伸出帽子靠近她。) 查拉(轻柔地)但我既已死去，而诗人又更得关怀， 他的诗你将读到文采，我的诗你将读到我的--爱⑦。 (格温犹豫了一下，但接着从帽子里抽出一张纸片。) 格温"亲爱的。" (她继续抽出纸片，手里拿着所有抽出的纸片。) 你颤动你的金色嫩蕊 未经修饰但短短的姣好影子 闪亮-- 看，这可爱的火热的尤物渐长 这么长 应了自然的过程-- 这么……长--天⑧！ (她在念"天"一词时发出了小声的尖叫，转身背对帽子，从查拉身边走开几步。查拉从帽子里抽出后面的几个词，热度骤然降低……) 查拉然后萎缩，夏天在变化，更加温婉的容颜…… 格温(依旧心惊肉跳)查拉先生，拜托，不要和我谈天气。每逢有人跟我谈天气，我都可以断定，他们是别有用心的。 查拉(来到她身边)我确实是别有用心的，卡尔小姐。自从我遇见你以后，我就开始爱慕你。 (他把几张纸片放回帽里，她也把她手中的纸片放入帽里，他再把帽子放到一边。) 格温你对我，一直有一股不可抗拒的吸引力。甚至早在遇见你之前，我对你也绝非无动于衷。你知道我在给乔伊斯先生当助手，他正在写一本新书，我确信这是一本天才之作。哎，在上流社会里，天才被认为是对家庭生活通常的行为规范的冒犯。女孩很少有机会遇到你这样的男人，和她一样敬重艺术家乔伊斯先生。 查拉你是说我吗，格温多林？ 格温我亲爱的，你以为我在图书馆没有注意到你吗？--你以为我没看到，你是如何充满崇敬地，隔着经济学到外国文学的距离，一直盯着他看？当我小心询问过后，得知你也是一位有着最新潮性情的诗人，我知道我命中注定要爱上你。 查拉(震惊地)你真的爱我吗，格温多林？ 格温热烈地爱着！ 查拉达令，你不知道你让我多高兴。 格温我的特里斯坦！ (他们拥抱。) 查拉(分开)但是你的意思不是说，如果我不和你一样敬重艺术家乔伊斯先生，你就不能爱我吧？ 格温但你是敬重他的。 查拉是的，我知道我敬重他，但是假设-- (她吻他的唇。 他们拥抱。乔伊斯再次上场。 ) 乔伊斯先生，从那半躺的姿势站起来！ (查拉和格温立即分开。乔伊斯穿过房间，走到大门旁，拿起他的帽子，打开门，对查拉说) 你的单片眼镜戴错了眼睛。 (查拉确实把单片眼镜戴错了眼睛。他戴好眼镜。乔伊斯说完话离开了。) 格温我必须告诉亨利！ (格温把她在序幕中拿错的文件夹递给查拉。) 这是乔伊斯先生的书的一章，是我给他抄写的。 查拉但是你有没有见过达达，达令？ 格温从来没有，达-达-达令！①我们要做的下一章，将以基督教教理问答②的形式来写！ ①原文为"dadadarling"，与上面所提的达达主义（Dada）发音相似。达令意为"亲爱的"--译注。 ②格温多林想说他们的工作中只遇到过首字母是两个C的，即基督教教理问答（ChristianCatechism）,没有遇到过两个D开头的，即Dada。的第二章就是以教理问答的形式写的，而本剧接下来的对话也是以教理问答的形式进行--译注。(格温吻他，然后跑进亨利的房间。 大门再次打开，乔伊斯再次进来，在门口停住。他从头到胸都覆盖着白色小纸片，每张纸片上是莎士比亚的第十八首十四行诗中的一个词，也就是说，查拉刚才用的是乔伊斯的帽子。 ) 乔伊斯这是什么意思？ 查拉没什么意思。和自然一样，毫无意义。它是达达。 乔伊斯请再举些达达的例子。 查拉关门后的动物园。合逻辑的栀子花。破产的赌徒。成功的赌徒。"蛋板"，一种争夺前一万名的运动或游戏，选手们从头到脚涂满蛋黄，离开游戏场地。