《渺小一生》:“這真的是一件好作品?！?/h1>
He can feel Harold looking at him. “Thank you,” he says, at last. “Thank you.” He can’t seem to say anything else.
他可以感覺到哈羅德在看他。“謝謝你。”最后他終于說，“謝謝你。”他好像說不出別的話了。
“It’s my pleasure,” says Harold, and neither of them says anything for a few seconds, until he comes to himself and unclasps his watch and fastens Harold’s—his, now—around his wrist, holding his arm up for Harold, who nods. “Nice,” he says. “It looks good on you.”
“這是我的榮幸。”哈羅德說。然后有幾秒鐘他們都沒吭聲，直到他回過神來，解下手上的手表，把哈羅德的表（現在是他的了）戴在手腕上，朝哈羅德舉起手臂，哈羅德點點頭，“不錯。”他說，“你戴起來很合適。”
He’s about to reply with something (what?), when he hears, and then sees, JB and Malcolm, both in suits as well.
他正要回答些話，這時他聽到、然后看到杰比和馬爾科姆，兩人也穿了西裝。
“The door was unlocked,” JB says, as Malcolm sighs. “Harold!” he hugs him, “Congratulations! It’s a boy!”
“門沒鎖。”杰比說，馬爾科姆吐口氣。“哈羅德！”他擁抱他，“恭喜！是個男孩！”
“I’m sure Harold’s never heard that one before,” says Malcolm, waving hello at Julia, who’s entering the kitchen.
“我很確定哈羅德沒聽過這個梗。”馬爾科姆說，然后跟正要走進廚房的朱麗婭揮手打招呼。
Andy arrives next, and then Gillian; they’ll meet Laurence at the courthouse.
下一個抵達的是安迪，接下來是吉莉安，他們會在法院和勞倫斯會合。
The doorbell rings again. “Are we expecting someone else?” he asks Harold, who shrugs: “Can you get it, Jude?”
門鈴又響了。“還有其他人要來嗎？”他問哈羅德。哈羅德聳聳肩：“裘德，你能不能去開門？”
So he opens the door, and there is Willem. He stares at Willem for a second, and then, before he can tell himself to be calm, Willem springs at him like a civet cat and hugs him so hard that for a moment he fears he will tip over. “Are you surprised?” Willem says into his ear, and he can tell from his voice that he’s smiling. It’s the second time that morning he’s unable to speak.
于是他打開門，外頭站著威廉。他瞪著威廉一秒鐘，然后，他還來不及提醒自己冷靜下來，威廉就像一只麝香貓似的跳上來擁抱他，抱得很緊，讓他一時之間很怕自己會往后倒下。“嚇了你一跳吧？”威廉在他耳邊說，他可以聽出來他在微笑。這是今天早上他第二次說不出話來。
The court will be the third time. They take two cars, and in his (driven by Harold, with Malcolm in the front seat), Willem explains that his departure date actually had been changed; but when it was changed back again, he didn’t tell him, only the others, so that his appearance would be a surprise. “Yeah, thanks for that, Willem,” says Malcolm, “I had to monitor JB like the CIA to make sure he didn’t say anything.”
在法庭里將會出現第三次。他們坐兩輛車過去。在他那輛車上（哈羅德開車，馬爾科姆坐在前座），威廉解釋他離開劇組的日期的確是延后了，但后來又改回來了。他沒告訴他，只跟其他人說了，好給他一個驚喜。“是啊，謝了，威廉。”馬爾科姆說，“我還得像中央情報局職員似的盯著杰比，好確定他不會說漏嘴。”
They go not to the family courts but to the appeals court on Pemberton Square. Inside Laurence’s courtroom—Laurence unfamiliar in his robes: it is a day of everyone in costume—he and Harold and Julia make their promises to each other, Laurence smiling the entire time, and then there is a flurry of picture-taking, with everyone taking photos of everyone else in various arrangements and configurations. He is the only one who doesn’t take any at all, as he’s in every one.
他們沒去家事法院，而是來到了彭伯頓廣場的上訴法院。里頭是勞倫斯的法庭，今天大家都穿著正式服裝，穿上法官袍的勞倫斯看起來有點陌生。他和哈羅德及朱麗婭對彼此說了誓詞，勞倫斯從頭到尾都在微笑。正式程序走完之后，有一小段混亂的拍照時間。每個人都忙著幫其他人拍照，于是有了各種組合和位置。他是唯一完全沒拍攝的人，每一張照片里都有他。
He’s standing with Harold and Julia, waiting for Malcolm to figure out his enormous, complicated camera, when JB calls his name, and all three of them look over, and JB takes the shot. “Got it,” says JB. “Thanks.”
他正和哈羅德跟朱麗婭站在一起，等著馬爾科姆搞清楚那臺巨大而復雜的相機該怎么操作，此時杰比喊他的名字，他們三個人同時朝杰比看，杰比便拍了照。“好了，”杰比說，“謝了。”
“JB, this’d better not be for—” he begins, but then Malcolm announces he’s ready, and the three of them swivel obediently toward him.
“杰比，這張你最好不要拿去……”他開口說，但馬爾科姆宣布他要按快門了，于是他們三人又乖乖轉向馬爾科姆。
They’re back at the house by noon, and soon people start arriving—Gillian and Laurence and James and Carey, and Julia’s colleagues and Harold’s, some of whom he hasn’t seen since he had classes with them in law school. His old voice teacher comes, as does Dr. Li, his math professor, and Dr. Kashen, his master’s adviser, and Allison, his former boss at Batter, and a friend of all of theirs from Hood Hall, Lionel, who teaches physics at Wellesley. People come and go all afternoon, going to and from classes, meetings, trials. He had initially been reluctant to have such a gathering, with so many people—wouldn’t his acquisition of Harold and Julia as parents provoke, even encourage, questions about why he was parentless at all?—but as the hours pass, and no one asks any questions, no one demands to know why he needs a new set anyway, he finds himself forgetting his fears. He knows his telling other people about the adoption is a form of bragging, and that bragging has its own consequences, but he cannot help himself. Just this once, he implores whoever in the world is responsible for punishing him for his bad behavior. Let me celebrate this thing that has happened to me just this once.
他們在中午前回到哈羅德家。很快地，人們陸續(xù)抵達——吉莉安、勞倫斯、詹姆斯、凱里，還有朱麗婭和哈羅德的同事，有些人他從法學院畢業(yè)后就沒見過了。他以前的歌唱老師也來了，還有他的數學教授李博士、碩士指導老師卡申博士、以前烘焙工房的老板艾莉森，以及他們四個在虎德館的老友萊諾，他現在在韋斯利學院教物理學。一整個下午，人們來來去去，去上課、開會、審判，或是下課、下班后趕來。他原先不太希望有這樣的聚會，有這么多人——哈羅德和朱麗婭成為他的養(yǎng)父母，不就會激起、甚至鼓勵人們提出問題，問他原先為什么沒有父母呢？——但時間逐漸過去，沒有人問任何問題，總之沒有人想知道為什么他需要新的父母，于是他也忘了原先的恐懼。他知道告訴其他人關于收養(yǎng)的事情，仿佛是在自夸，而這種自夸會造成一些后果，但是他忍不住。就這么一次，他懇求某個為了他的不乖而處罰他的人，不管那是誰。就這么一次，讓我慶祝這件發(fā)生在我身上的事吧。
There is no etiquette for such a party, and so their guests have invented their own: Malcolm’s parents have sent a magnum of champagne and a case of super Tuscan from a vineyard they partly own outside of Montalcino. JB’s mother sent him with a burlap sack of heirloom narcissus bulbs for Harold and Julia, and a card for him; his aunts have sent an orchid. The U.S. Attorney sends an enormous crate of fruit, with a card signed by Marshall and Citizen and Rhodes as well. People bring wine and flowers. Allison, who had years ago revealed him to Harold as the creator of the bacteria cookies, brings four dozen decorated with his original designs, which makes him blush and Julia shout with delight. The rest of the day is a binging on all things sweet: everything he does that day is perfect, everything he says comes out right. People reach for him and he doesn’t move or shy away from them; they touch him and he lets them. His face hurts from smiling. Decades of approbation, of affection are stuffed into this one afternoon, and he gorges on it, reeling from the strangeness of it all. He overhears Andy arguing with Dr. Kashen about a massive new proposed landfill project in Gurgaon, watches Willem listen patiently to his old torts professor, eavesdrops on JB explaining to Dr. Li why the New York art scene is irretrievably fucked, spies Malcolm and Carey trying to extract the largest of the crab cakes without toppling the rest of the stack.
這樣的派對沒有既定的送禮準則，于是客人們便自行挑選：馬爾科姆的父母送了一大瓶香檳，還有一箱很棒的托斯卡納葡萄酒，產自意大利蒙塔爾奇諾附近、他們家也有股份的一家酒莊；杰比的母親要他轉交一麻袋稀有的水仙球根給哈羅德和朱麗婭，還有給他的一張卡片；杰比的阿姨們則送了一盆蘭花；聯(lián)邦檢察官送了一大箱水果，附上一張卡片，馬歇爾、西提任和羅茲也在上頭簽了名；還有很多人帶著葡萄酒和鮮花來；艾莉森幾年前就曾跟哈羅德說細菌餅干是他做的，這回她帶了四打他當初設計的餅干來，他臉紅了，朱麗婭則開心得大叫起來。接下來眾人就大吃各種甜食，他那天做的每件事都很完美，他說的每句話都很得體。有人過來找他時，他沒有移動或躲開；別人碰觸他時，他就由著他們。他笑得臉都發(fā)痛了，二十幾年來的認可和關愛全都被塞到這個下午，他大口吞下，被所有這一切的陌生感搞得暈頭轉向。他不小心聽到安迪和卡申博士為了印度北部城市古爾岡（Gurgaon）要興建一個大型垃圾掩埋場而爭辯，看著威廉耐心聽著他以前的侵權法教授說話，還偷聽到杰比跟李博士解釋為什么紐約藝術圈爛到無可救藥，暗中留意到馬爾科姆和凱里試圖抽出最大的那塊蟹肉餅，又不想把整堆弄垮。
By the early evening, everyone has left, and it is just the six of them sprawled out in the living room: he and Harold and Julia and Malcolm and JB and Willem. The house is once again messy. Julia mentions dinner, but everyone—even he—has eaten too much, and no one, not even JB, wants to think about it. JB has given Harold and Julia a painting of him, saying, before he hands it over to them, “It’s not based on a photo, just from sketches.” The painting, which JB has done in watercolors and ink on a sheet of stiff paper, is of his face and neck, and is in a different style than he associates with JB’s work: sparer and more gestural, in a somber, grayed palette. In it, his right hand is hovering over the base of his throat, as if he’s about to grab it and throttle himself, and his mouth is slightly open, and his pupils are very large, like a cat’s in gloom. It’s undeniably him—he even recognizes the gesture as his own, although he can’t, in the moment, remember what it’s meant to signal, or what emotion it accompanies. The face is slightly larger than life-size, and all of them stare at it in silence.
等到傍晚，每個人都離開了，只剩他們六個人四肢大張地坐在客廳里：他和哈羅德、朱麗婭、馬爾科姆、杰比和威廉。房子里又是一片混亂。朱麗婭提到過晚餐，但每個人（包括他）都吃太多了，所以沒有人（包括杰比）愿意去想晚餐。杰比送了哈羅德和朱麗婭一幅他的肖像，在遞給他們之前說：“這張不是根據照片畫的，而是根據速寫。”這幅畫用水彩和墨水畫在硬紙上，主要包括他的臉和脖子，不同于他熟悉的杰比風格，更加簡約也更具動勢，而且以灰色調為主。畫中，他的右手懸在喉嚨上方，好像要掐住自己的脖子，而他的嘴巴微開，瞳孔非常大，像黑暗中的貓眼。畫中人無疑是他——他甚至認出那是自己的手勢，不過那一刻，他想不起那個手勢的含義，或者伴隨著什么情緒。畫中的臉比真人略大一些，他們所有人都沉默地盯著那張畫。
“It’s a really good piece,” JB says at last, sounding pleased. “Let me know if you ever want to sell it, Harold,” and finally, everyone laughs.
“這真的是一件好作品。”杰比最后終于說，口氣很滿意，“哈羅德，萬一你想賣，一定要通知我。”然后，每個人終于都笑起來。
“JB, it’s so, so beautiful—thank you so much,” says Julia, and Harold echoes her. He is finding it difficult, as he always does when confronted with JB’s pictures of him, to separate the beauty of the art itself from the distaste he feels for his own image, but he doesn’t want to be ungracious, and so he repeats their praise.
“杰比，這真是太美了，真謝謝你。”朱麗婭說，然后哈羅德也說了類似的話。他一如往常，在面對杰比畫他的那些作品時，總覺得很難把作品本身的美和他對自己影像的厭惡分開來，但他不想沒禮貌，也跟著附和那些贊美。
“Wait, I have something, too,” Willem says, heading for the bedroom, and returning with a wooden statue, about eighteen inches high, of a bearded man in hydrangea-blue robes, a curl of flames, like a cobra’s hood, surrounding his reddish hair, his right arm held diagonally against his chest, his left by his side.
“等一下，我也有個禮物。”威廉說，走向臥室，然后拿著一尊木雕回來，大約十八英寸高，是一個大胡子男人穿著繡球花藍的長袍，一縷火焰有如響尾蛇昂起的頭般環(huán)繞著他的紅發(fā)。他的右手臂斜舉在胸前，左手臂垂在身側。
“Fuck’s that dude?” asks JB.
“媽的這位老兄是誰啊？”杰比問。
“This dude,” Willem replies, “is Saint Jude, also known as Judas Thaddeus.” He puts him on the coffee table, turns him toward Julia and Harold. “I got him at a little antiques store in Bucharest,” he tells them. “They said it’s late nineteenth-century, but I don’t know—I think he’s probably just a village carving. Still, I liked him. He’s handsome and stately, just like our Jude.”
“這位老兄，”威廉回答，“是圣裘德（St.Jude），又稱朱達·撒迪厄斯（Judas Thaddeus）。”他把木雕放在茶幾上，把它轉向朱麗婭和哈羅德，“我在羅馬尼亞首都布加勒斯特的一家小古董店買的。”他告訴他們，“店家說這是19世紀晚期的作品，可惜我不懂，我想可能只是民間雕刻。不過我很喜歡。這尊木雕英俊又莊嚴，就像我們的裘德。”
