筆尖：Hunt 22B

墨水：Walnut

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摘自《What can I hold you with?》

摘自《What can I hold you with?》

I offer you whatever insight my books may hold. whatever manliness or humour my life.

我給你我書中所有的一切，給你我命里所有的男子氣和幽默。

I offer you the loyalty of a man who has never been loyal.

我給你一個浪蕩子的忠心。

I offer you that kernel of myself that I have saved somehow -the central heart that deals not in words, traffics not with dreams and is untouched by time, by joy, by adversities.

我給你我設法保存的生命核心——它難以言表，無法入夢，不被時間、歡愉和災難所觸動。

I offer you the memory of a yellow rose seen at sunset, years before you were born.

我給你一朵黃玫瑰的記憶，你未出生時，她曾在夕照中綻放。

I offer you explanations of yourself, theories about yourself, authentic and surprising news of yourself.

我給你關(guān)于你的闡釋，關(guān)于你的理論，關(guān)于你的真實而讓人驚嘆的消息。

I can give you my loneliness, my darkness, the hunger of my heart; I am trying to bribe you with uncertainty, with danger, with defeat.

我給你我的孤獨，我的暗夜，我內(nèi)心的饑渴；我要用我的無常、危險和失敗來留住你。