【HP/FB 双语】GGAD通信集——三十五只猫头鹰(4)

我知道我最好还是任你留在其中，但我做不到。我想，这是我的过错，总是多管闲事、干预太多。但假如现在，我们面对面站在一起，我想你一定会嘲弄我的故作谦虚并且就此离去……

Ie begging back to you, yes. Not as a famous wizard, not as a Hogwarts Professor, not as anything in which I might have pride. Merely as a man, for that is all we are in the end. You once called this old man friend. And you wrote me seeking, I can only imagine, simple correspondence. I would like that very much. And I speak in plain honesty, and you have every right to be angry with me.

是的，我恳求你。不是作为着名巫师，也不是霍格沃兹的教授，一同抛开那些曾经让我自豪的名头。仅仅只是作为一个人，在经历过我们所有的一切之后，你还曾称呼过这个老家伙为朋友。你写信向我寻求，于此我只敢想象——简单的书信往来。我希望还能继续保留它。最后，再一次向你真诚解释，你永远有权力对我生气。

I do not hate you. Could you bring yourself to believe that, to judge me fairly for it Could you bring yourself not to hate me

我真的不恨你。你能不能就让自己相信它，在这件事上还算公正地评判我？还有……你也能一样做到不恨我吗？

Regards,

附上诚挚的问候，

注：

1.“It is one of my failings, I suppose, the tendency to over-stretch myself and meddle.”（我想，这是我的过错，总是多管闲事、干预太多。）译完之后再回过头来修订，发现作者太太居然从这里开始就埋伏笔了。后面AD提起自己对哈利的惭愧时也说过类似的话。

2.“I would like that very much.”一句原译为“我非常乐意。”我感觉这样放在两个句子中间有点奇怪，就直接翻译成了邓多多的潜台词，邓教肯定还是想和格皇继续通信的对吧（吃瓜

第六只猫头鹰

September 26th, 1952

Albus—

阿不思——

After all the scatological ways I've considered—no, I'll have to start this letter with a simple thank you. My charming sulks, you horrid arse. I haven't laughed that hard in weeks.

在考虑过所有下流的开头之后，我想还是算了，以一个简单的感谢来作为这封信的伊始吧。我生气时迷人的样子，你他妈的可真会胡扯。几周以来我还没有像这样大声笑过。

But Muggle literature Honestly, Albus. Send me the pendium of Inoffensive Things—then I might refrain from a sulk. This Woolf woman—very strange.

一本麻瓜文学？说实话，阿不思，寄给我一份不会冒犯到别人的物品清单吧，说不定我就暂时消气了。还有这个叫伍尔夫的女人——真是奇怪。

And Legilimency Don't bother. Stay out of my head. The days stretch, oh yes, like that furlough-string taffy you used to suck on as we talked, stringing it endlessly between your fingers and your teeth. Downright distracting, that. Made my pen slip on the parchment more than once. But it did explode so delightfully when we hexed it, remember Green and smoking

至于摄神取念？还是省省吧，离我的大脑远一点。时光延展，哦，是的，就像我们交谈时你吮吸过的那块太妃糖，在贝齿和指尖没完没了地拉长。那个样子真的太容易让人分心了，我的笔尖在羊皮纸上不止一次地打滑。但在我们施咒后它爆炸的样子的确令人愉悦，记得吗？绿绿的，还冒着烟？

You were always absolute rubbish at begging. Remember when I hexed your legs to the bedstead and made you wait Utterly pathetic, you couldn't even manage to be polite. I was in such a snit I could've beaten you bloody...

你真是从来都不擅长求人。还记得我把你的腿施咒绑在床架上，让你等着我的那次吗？多可怜啊，你甚至都维持不了自己的礼貌了。我还正为了不能揍你一顿而生气呢……

And my life. This life you reduced me to. Taffy days and memories.

至于我的生活，是你害我走到这个地步，陷入太妃糖一样苦涩甜腻又难以咀嚼的日子和回忆。

Morning: the guardse round, scan all my papers for dangerous Arithmancy. They used to rough me up, sometimes, when I was first here, no spells, just fists. There was one woman—you killed my husband, she would scream, you killed my husband. They stopped after a few years because I would always laugh at them. I take as much idiotic, endless pride in my talents as you, Albus. The talent of laughing through broken teeth while kneeling on a stone floor clutching your bruised gut, laughing with blood down your throat at people who want to torture you A good talent to have in prison. Worth far more than wits or magic.

早上，警卫巡视过一次，仔细查看了我所有危险的占卜笔记。他们习惯了使用暴力，在我刚到这里的时候，有时没有咒语，只是拳头。那有一个女人——你杀了我的丈夫，她尖叫着，你杀了我的丈夫。因为我一直嘲笑他们，几年后，这种行为就慢慢停止了。我忍受着这些白痴，在自负上与你有着不相上下的天赋，阿不思。那种在牙齿被打碎，跪在石板上捂着受伤的腹部，即使咽下喉咙里的血也要冲那些折磨你的人大笑的天赋？这在监狱里不可多得，比魔法和智慧要更有价值。

The food tastes like dirt. I've lost a good bit of weight. The window's old and wavery glass, and I can't see my reflection clearly, but I'd imagine I look rather like a skeleton. Hard to imagine a handsome British genius once made love to me on riverbanks, eh

食物的味道像烂泥，我瘦削了很多。老旧的窗户上划痕遍布，我已经看不清自己的倒影了，但我能想象到自己看起来几乎像一具骷髅。很难想象到一个年少英俊的不列颠天才还和我在河堤上做过爱呢，对吧？