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《Call Me By Your Name 以你的名字呼喚我》中譯修訂 page 168 留在我生命中的一切


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On the train I told him about the day we thought he'd drowned and how I was determined to ask my father to round up as many fishman as he could to go look for him, and when they found him, to light a pyre on our shore, while I grabbed Mafalda's knife from the kitchen and ripped out his heart, because that heart and his shirt were all I'd ever have to show for my life. A heart and a shirt. His heart wrapped in a damp shirt, like Anchise's fish.


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在火車上,我告訴他,有一天我們以為他溺水了,而我是如何下定決心,央求父親盡可能召集更多的漁夫去找他,當漁夫發現他時,在屬於我們的海灘上點燃柴堆,我要用從廚房拿走的瑪法達的刀子,挖出他的心臟,因為那顆心臟和他的襯衫是留在我生命中的一切。一顆心和一件襯衫。他的心臟包裹在濕透的襯衫裏——就像安喀斯手裡的魚。

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