标题: 《Russian Vine 》作者：- Simon Ings【EPUB】 [打印本页] 作者: zaq 时间: 2013-9-8 10:13 标题: 《Russian Vine 》作者：- Simon Ings【EPUB】 Simon Ings RUSSIAN VINE ONE That afternoon in Paris-a cloudy day, and warmer than the late season deserved-they met for the last time. She wore her red dress. Did she intend to make what he had to say more difficult? (He felt his scribe hand tingle, that he should blame her for his own discomfort.) Perhaps she only meant a kind of closure. For the sake of her self-esteem, she was making it clear to him that nobody ever really changes anybody. Even her hair was arranged the same as on that first day. "And the king said, Bring me a sword. And they brought a sword before the king." They sat on the terrasse, away from the doors, seeking privacy. The preacher-if that was the right word for him, for he did not preach, but had instead launched into an apparently endless recitation-stabbed them irregularly with a gaze from eyes the colour of pewter. His testament tangled itself up in the couple's last words to each other. Connie called for the bill. (He had long since conformed his name to the range of the human palate. Being the kind of animal he was, he was not bothered by its effeminate connotations.) He said to her: "This deadening reasonableness