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我写的双语话剧《地心日志》The Subterranean Record(梁枫顿了顿，语气忽而变得亲切、鲜活起来。)我曾读过一段残篇，像是推想小说，又像一场梦。它描述了一群人，他们的全部构成，都建立在温存与仁慈之上——那是文明演化的终点。可叙述者忽然坐起身，心想：“唉，我坐在这里自言自语，究竟有何意义？”那一刻，安宁之感竟像一张嵌着木刺的白纸。雷区便是如此，没错。再在那儿多站一会儿，我可受不了。你们把我当成什么？一个标本么？(Liang Feng pauses. His tone shifts, becoming intimate, vivid.)I once read a fragment—speculative fiction, perhaps, or a dream. It described a people whose entire constitution was founded on gentleness and compassion. The endpoint of civilization. But then the narrator sat up and wondered: What meaning is there in sitting here, talking to oneself?In that instant, the peace felt like a sheet of white paper studded with splinters. A minefield, precisely. I couldn't bear to stay there a moment longer. What do you take me for? A specimen?
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