双语读剧：Call me by ...（一）04:我决定骑单车带他过去。
Instead, he said he wanted to open an account in one of the banks in B., then pay a visit to his Italian translator, whom his Italian publisher had engaged for his book.
I decided to take him there by bike.
The conversation was no better on wheels than on foot. Along the way, we stopped for something to drink. The bartabaccheria was totally dark and empty. The owner was mopping the floor with a powerful ammonia solution. We stepped outside as soon as we could. A lonely blackbird, sitting in a Mediterranean pine, sang a few notes that were immediately drowned out by the rattle of the cicadas.
I took a long swill from a large bottle of mineral water, passed it to him, then drank from it again. I spilled some on my hand and rubbed my face with it, running my wet fingers through my hair. The water was insufficiently cold, not fizzy enough, leaving behind an unslaked likeness of thirst.
不过，他倒说想在 B 城的银行开户，然后去拜访那位意大利译者，那是他的意大利出版商为他聘请的。
我决定骑单车带他过去。
骑车时的对话不比步行时顺利。途中，我们停下来找东西喝。烟草店酒吧里漆黑一片，空荡荡的，老板正用气味强烈的氨水拖地，我们忙不迭地离开了。一只寂寞的乌鸦栖息在地中海松上唱出几个音符，旋即被喋喋不休的蝉鸣淹没。
我大口大口喝着大罐矿泉水，递给他，然后再拿回来喝。我洒了一些在手上，擦一把脸，再沾湿手指梳理头发。水不够凉，气泡太少，留下意犹未尽的那种渴。
What did one do around here?
Nothing. Wait for summer to end.
What did one do in the winter, then?
I smiled at the answer I was about to give. He got the gist and said, “Don’t tell me: wait for summer to come, right?”
I liked having my mind read. He’d pick up on dinner drudgery sooner than those before him.
“Actually, in the winter the place gets very gray and dark. We come for Christmas. Otherwise it’s a ghost town.”
“And what else do you do here at Christmas besides roast chestnuts and drink eggnog?”
He was teasing. I offered the same smile as before. He understood, said nothing, we laughed.
He asked what I did. I played tennis. Swam. Went out at night. Jogged. Transcribed music. Read.
He said he jogged too. Early in the morning. Where did one jog around here? Along the promenade, mostly. I could show him if he wanted.
It hit me in the face just when I was starting to like him again: “Later, maybe.”
——大家在这里都做些什么？
——不做什么，等夏天结束。
——那么，冬天做什么？
答案到了嘴边，我不禁露出微笑。他领会我的意思，说道：“先别告诉我：是等夏天来，对不对？”
我乐意让人看穿心思。这个人会比他的“前辈”更早意会到“正餐苦差”。
“其实，一到冬天，这里变得非常灰暗。我们来这里是为了过圣诞。否则这里杳无人烟。”
“除了烤栗子、喝蛋奶酒之外，你们圣诞节在这里还做什么？”
他在逗我。我露出和之前一样的微笑。他领悟了，不再说什么，于是我们笑起来。
他问我都做些什么。我说打网球。游泳。晚上出门。慢跑。改编乐曲。读书。
他说他也慢跑。一大早就出门。这附近去哪里慢跑？大抵来说，是沿着海滨大道。如果他想看看，我可以带路。
就在我又有点喜欢他的时候，他给了我一记当头棒喝：“回头再说。或许吧。”
《请以你的名字呼唤我》
I decided to take him there by bike.
The conversation was no better on wheels than on foot. Along the way, we stopped for something to drink. The bartabaccheria was totally dark and empty. The owner was mopping the floor with a powerful ammonia solution. We stepped outside as soon as we could. A lonely blackbird, sitting in a Mediterranean pine, sang a few notes that were immediately drowned out by the rattle of the cicadas.
I took a long swill from a large bottle of mineral water, passed it to him, then drank from it again. I spilled some on my hand and rubbed my face with it, running my wet fingers through my hair. The water was insufficiently cold, not fizzy enough, leaving behind an unslaked likeness of thirst.
不过，他倒说想在 B 城的银行开户，然后去拜访那位意大利译者，那是他的意大利出版商为他聘请的。
我决定骑单车带他过去。
骑车时的对话不比步行时顺利。途中，我们停下来找东西喝。烟草店酒吧里漆黑一片，空荡荡的，老板正用气味强烈的氨水拖地，我们忙不迭地离开了。一只寂寞的乌鸦栖息在地中海松上唱出几个音符，旋即被喋喋不休的蝉鸣淹没。
我大口大口喝着大罐矿泉水，递给他，然后再拿回来喝。我洒了一些在手上，擦一把脸，再沾湿手指梳理头发。水不够凉，气泡太少，留下意犹未尽的那种渴。
What did one do around here?
Nothing. Wait for summer to end.
What did one do in the winter, then?
I smiled at the answer I was about to give. He got the gist and said, “Don’t tell me: wait for summer to come, right?”
I liked having my mind read. He’d pick up on dinner drudgery sooner than those before him.
“Actually, in the winter the place gets very gray and dark. We come for Christmas. Otherwise it’s a ghost town.”
“And what else do you do here at Christmas besides roast chestnuts and drink eggnog?”
He was teasing. I offered the same smile as before. He understood, said nothing, we laughed.
He asked what I did. I played tennis. Swam. Went out at night. Jogged. Transcribed music. Read.
He said he jogged too. Early in the morning. Where did one jog around here? Along the promenade, mostly. I could show him if he wanted.
It hit me in the face just when I was starting to like him again: “Later, maybe.”
——大家在这里都做些什么？
——不做什么，等夏天结束。
——那么，冬天做什么？
答案到了嘴边，我不禁露出微笑。他领会我的意思，说道：“先别告诉我：是等夏天来，对不对？”
我乐意让人看穿心思。这个人会比他的“前辈”更早意会到“正餐苦差”。
“其实，一到冬天，这里变得非常灰暗。我们来这里是为了过圣诞。否则这里杳无人烟。”
“除了烤栗子、喝蛋奶酒之外，你们圣诞节在这里还做什么？”
他在逗我。我露出和之前一样的微笑。他领悟了，不再说什么，于是我们笑起来。
他问我都做些什么。我说打网球。游泳。晚上出门。慢跑。改编乐曲。读书。
他说他也慢跑。一大早就出门。这附近去哪里慢跑？大抵来说，是沿着海滨大道。如果他想看看，我可以带路。
就在我又有点喜欢他的时候，他给了我一记当头棒喝：“回头再说。或许吧。”
《请以你的名字呼唤我》
