介绍:
因为是在空教室里面录的，所以有回声。时间比较仓促，试了一下回声貌似不太影响，一遍过，所以错误不少。小米的录音录到一般会出现空挡，我也不知道为什么……
just stopped resisting这里我永远打结……所以只好分开念。
原文如下:
There have been times over the
years when I've tried to leave
Hailsham behind, when I've
told myself I shouldn't look back so much. But then there came a point when I just stopped resisting. It had to do with this particular donor I had once, in my third year as a carer; it was his reaction when I mentioned I was from Hailsham.
He'd just come through his third donation, it hadn't gone well, and he must have known he wasn't going to make it. He
could hardly breathe, but he looked towards me and said: “
Hailsham. I bet that was a
beautiful place.” Then the next morning, when I was making conversation to keep his mind
off it all, and I asked where he'd grown up, he mentioned some place in Dorset and his face
beneath the blotches went into a completely new kind of grimace. And I realised then
how desperately he didn't want reminded. Instead, he wanted to hear about Hailsham.
So over the next five or six days, I told him whatever he wanted to know, and he'd lie there, all hooked up, a gentle smile breaking through. He'd ask me about the big things and the little things. About our guardians, about how we each had our own collection chests under our beds, the football, the rounders, the little path that took you all round the outside of the main house, round all its nooks and
crannies, the duck pond, the food, the view from the Art Room over the fields on a foggy
morning. Sometimes he'd make me say things over and over; things I'd told him only the day
before, he'd ask about like I'd never told him. “Did you have a sports pavilion?”“Which guardian was your special favourite?” At first I thought this was just the drugs, but then I realised his mind was clear enough. What he wanted was not just to hear about Hailsham, but to remember Hailsham, just like it had been his own childhood. He knew he was close to completing and so that's what he was doing: getting me to describe things to
him, so they'd really sink in, so that maybe during those sleepless nights, with the drugs
and the pain and the exhaustion, the line would blur between what were my memories and what were his. That was when I first
understood, really understood, just how lucky we'd been–
Tommy, Ruth, me, all the rest
of us.
