双语读剧：Call me by ...（一）05:我一直不露痕迹

I had put reading last on my list, thinking that, with the willful, brazen attitude he’d displayed so far, reading would figure last on his. A few hours later, when I remembered that he had just finished writing a book on Heraclitus and that “reading” was probably not an insignificant part of his life, I realized that I needed to perform some clever backpedaling and let him know that my real interests lay right alongside his. What unsettled me, though, was not the fancy footwork needed to redeem myself. It was the unwelcome misgivings with which it finally dawned on me, both then and during our casual conversation by the train tracks, that I had all along, without seeming to, without even admitting it, already been trying—and failing—to win him over.
When I did offer—because all visitors loved the idea—to take him to San Giacomo and walk up to the very top of the belfry we nicknamed To-die-for1, I should have known better than to just stand there without a comeback. I thought I’d bring him around simply by taking him up there and letting him take in the view of the town, the sea, eternity. But no. Later!
 
我把“读书”放在爱好的最末位，因为我认为以他截至目前为止表现出来的任性固执与满不在乎，阅读对他来说应该是敬陪末座。但几个小时后，我想起来他刚刚完成一本探讨赫拉克利特2的书，“阅读”在他的生活中可能并非微不足道。我意识到我必须机灵点，改弦易辙，让他知道我真正的兴趣是跟他一致的。然而令我心烦意乱的并不是替自己扳回一城所需要的复杂策略，而是害怕讨人嫌的疑虑让我终于醒悟：虽然当时，或我们在铁轨旁闲聊时，我一直不露痕迹、甚至不愿承认地努力想要赢得他的好感——然而却徒劳无功。
我提议带他去圣吉亚科莫（访客都很喜欢那里），登上我们戏称为“死也要看”的钟塔顶端时，我不该笨到只是呆站着吐不出一句机智的反驳。我原以为只要带他登上塔顶，让他看看这城镇、这片海、永恒的景致，就能争取到他的认同。可是不然。又是一句“回头再说”！
 
But it might have started way later than I think without my noticing anything at all. You see someone, but you don’t really see him, he’s in the wings. Or you notice him, but nothing clicks, nothing “catches,” and before you’re even aware of a presence, or of something troubling you, the six weeks that were offered you have almost passed and he’s either already gone or just about to leave, and you’re basically scrambling to come to terms with something, which, unbeknownst to you, has been brewing for weeks under your very nose and bears all the symptoms of what you’re forced to call I want. How couldn’t I have known, you ask? I know desire when I see it—and yet, this time, it slipped by completely. I was going for the devious smile that would suddenly light up his face each time he’d read my mind, when all I really wanted was skin, just skin.
 
但一切的开始也可能比我想的要晚得多，在我浑然不觉的时候。你看见某个人，但你其实没把他看进眼里，他尚在幕后准备登场；或者你注意到他了，可是没有触动，没有“火花”，甚至在你意识到某个存在或有什么困扰你之前，你所拥有的六个星期就快要过完，而到那时候他要么已然不在，要么即将离开。基本上你此时正忙乱地要去正视并接受些“什么”，这个“什么”在你混沌不知的情况下，当着你的面酝酿了数周，它所有的症状都逼着你不得不说出我想要。我们会问自己：怎么没能早点明白？我一向清楚欲望为何物啊。然而，这次它就这么悄悄溜过，不着痕迹。我迷恋他每次看破我心思时脸上闪现的那抹瞬间明媚的狡黯微笑，而我真心渴望的其实是皮肉，只是他的身体而已。