想到Sartre劇中的某個片段
ESTELLE: I feel so queer. Don't you ever get taken that way? When I can't see
myself I begin to wonder if I really and truly exist. I pat myself just to make
sure, but it doesn't help much.
INEZ: You're lucky. I'm always conscious of myself-- in my mind. Painfully
conscious.
ESTELLE: Ah yes, in your mind. But everything that goes on in one's head is os
vague, isn't it? It makes one want to sleep. I've six big mirrors in my bedroom.
There they are. I can see them. But they don't see me. They're reflecting the
carpet, the settee, the window-- but how empty it is, a glass in which I'm
absent! When I talked to people I always made sure there was one near by in
which I could see myself. Iwatched myself talking. And somehow it kept me alert,
seeing myself as the others saw me...Oh dear! My lipstick! I'm sure I've put it
on all crooked. No, I can't do wihtout a looking-glass for ever and ever. I
simply can't.
INEZ:Suppose I try to be your glass? Come and pay me a visit, dear. Here's a
place for you on my sofa.
ESTELLE: But we're going to --to hurt each other. You said it yourself.
INEZ: Do I look as if I wanted to hurt you?
ESTELLE: One never can tell.
INEZ: Much more likely YOU'LL hurt ME. Still, what does it matter? If I've got
to suffer, it may as well be at your hands, your pretty hands. Sit down. Come
closer. Closer. Look into my eyes. What do you see?
ESTELLE:Oh, I'm there! But so tiny I can't see myself properly.
INEZ:But I can. Every inch of you. Now ask me questions. I'll be as candid as
any looking-glass.
Posted by KL at October 30,2006 00:40
