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无意中听到的这首歌，（个人揣测）歌词像极了Tallie表白前的内心写照。

"Short And Sweet" - by Brittany Howard There are miles between usTime between usThere is something between usI may be a fool to dream of youBut, God, it feels so good to dream at allSomething short and sweetThere's always a light over my head for youI am waiting, I am waitingTime will always try to kill meThere are mountains between usThere is time between usOh, ain't there something between us?Something short and sweetI don't care if I shouldDo you wanna hurt me?'Cause I've been hurtin' all aloneIt didn't kill me, noBut it wasn't no funCome and get you someJust the beginningI only want the beginningWe'll give each other all of our bestAnd then, time can do what it wants with itThere are mountains between usThere is time between usOh, ain't there something between us?Something short and sweetSo, why can't I wait?Why can't I wait?Why can't I think?Why can't I wake without you always appearing?Oh,, I better not wait too long'Cause time is gonna kill itTime is gonna kill itTime is gonna kill itTime is gonna kill it

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来源：https://subslikescript.com/movie/The_World_to_Come-9738716 Tuesday,January 1st, 1856.Fair and very cold.This morning,ice in our bedroomfor the first time all winter.The water frozeon the potatoesas soon as they were washed.With little pride,and less hope,we begin the new year.On the porchafter sunup,I could hear the low chirpingof sparrowsin the hedgerows that arenow buried in the snow.Dyer has maintainedthat with good health,and a level head,there is alwaysan excellent chancefor a farmer willing to work.He feels he can never fullyrid himself of his burdens.And I'm certain that becausehis mind is in such a bad state,it affects his whole system.He told methis morningthat contentment was likea friend he never gets to see.You're late with the milking.She wasn't suffering.And you?Since our acquisitionof this farm,my husband had kept a ledgerto help him see the year whole.This way he knows what each cropand field paysfrom year to year.And Dyer has asked meto keep a diary of mattersthat might otherwisego overlooked...From tools lent outto bills outstanding.That I have done.But there would be no recordin these dull and simple pagesof the most passionatecircumstancesof our seasons past.No record of our emotionsor fears.Our greatest joys.Our most piercing sorrows.With our child,it was as if I'd foundmy bearings.But I too rarely told herthat she was our treasure.Would you like to try?Like this, papa?That's it.She often seemedseparate from us,as if she was working atjust fitting in where she could.They saw his brothersand sistersand they werethe mouse's family...There is somethingso affectingabout mute and motionless griefand illnessin a child so young.She put her arms around meand said nothing else.But it felt likewe were speaking.I have becomemy grief.I have become my grief."Welcome sweetday of rest",says the hymn.And Sunday is most welcomefor its few hours of quiet ease.As for me.I no longer attend.After the calamityof Nellie's loss,what calm I enjoydoes not derive from the notionof a better world to come.I want to purchase an atlas.- It could be a bother.- No, no. No bother.Who is that?His name is Finney.- His wife Tallie.- Hyah!I met themat the feed store.They seem to keep to themselves.They're renting the Zebrun farm.Monday, February 4th.Why is ink like fire?Because it is a good servant,and a hard master.Did you say something?I want to purchase an atlas.I suppose there are morefrivolous purchasesone could make.I've saved 90 cents of my own.I can't imagine a better wayto spend it.Could buy your husband a gift.What better giftcould I give himthan a wifewho is no longer a dullard?My self-educationseems the only wayto keep my unhappinessfrom overwhelming me.Good afternoon.I've been using a broomon my porch.The snow is so dry.I'm Tallie.Abigail.I hope I'm not intruding.No.I just, I needed to get awayfor the day.The farm is a slaughterhouseright now.My husband is killing his hogs.Would you like to come in?Yes, I'd love that.Or we could just stayout on the porch, shivering.I know it's the dullestof all thingsto have an ignorant neighborcome byand spoil a Sunday afternoon.Oh, no,you're the most welcome here.But I know the feeling.Sometimes, I imagine duringthe Widow Weldon's visitsthat I've been plunged up tomy eyes in a vat of the prosaic.Oh, Widow Weldon!She got going on the countylevy once...She sawI had noticed her hair,and admitted she had been vainabout it as a girl.She said that back then,she'd worn it longerand plaited in a bunat the back of her head.In the winter sunthrough the window,her skin had an underflushof rose and violetwhich so disconcerted methat I had to look away.As always,when it came to speakingand attempting to engageanother's affections,circumstances doomed meto striving and anxiety.From my earliest youth,I was like a pot-bound root,all curled in upon itself.I hope I'm not keeping youfrom something.No.I'm glad you've come.Finney saw your husbandat the cooperage.He mentioned his new methodfor farrowing his piglets.With some asperity?My husband mentions everythingwith some asperity.I told him that once,and...he observed in response thatit seemed to be quite a favorto get a kind word from me.And I told him that if hewas married to himself,he'd soon find outwhat a favor it was.My mother always saidthat having childrenwould resolve that dilemma.My mother made the same claim.And yet...Here we are...Both childless.My daughter, Nellie,would have been five today.Oh.How did she pass?Diphtheria.Last September.I'm so sorry.- Hello.- Oh.Good afternoon.I'm Dyer.Tallie.Oh, it's late, isn't it?I should be getting on.Don't go on my account.Oh, no.That's a nice wrap you have.Thank you.I never receive complimentsfor my clothes.I'm so glad you've come.Meeting you has made my day.It has?Well...How pleasant and uncommonit is to make someone's day.Thursday, February 14th.Dyer's third nightwith the fever.Drink this.I plan on getting sickmore often.My wife smiles at me.Promise me you're not gonna die.That would be the oppositeof my intention.I've restoredhim somewhatwith an enema of molasses,warm water and lard.Also a drop of turpentinenext to his nose.I spent the day reconsideringmy conversation with Tallie.We compared childhood beds...Mine in which the strawwas always breaking upand thinning out.And hers, which was as hard,she claimed,as the Pharaoh's heart.I should betaking care of you.I agree.Her manner is sweetand calm and gracious.And yet her spiritsseem to quickenat the prospect offurther conversation with me.I find that everythingI wish to tell herloses its eloquencein her presence.So how did you cometo meet Dyer?He was the oldest sonof a neighbor.He helped outon my father's farm.And was he instantly smittenby you?He was, wasn't he?He was instantly smitten by you.He admired what he viewedas my practical good sense.You don't countenance wordslike "smitten", do you?I suspect I useall the same words you do.I suspect you don't.In speech,yes, because you're shy.But I bet you're moreaccomplished in your writing.Thank you.Your good sense, that's allyour husband was smitten with?And my efficient habits.That's all?My handy ways.Dyer likes mechanical things.I have no doubt he would'vebeen happierhad he been allowed to pursuethe natural scientific bentof his mind.Circumstances forced himinto farming.And despite all of that,his heart compelled him to you?Well...You would have to ask himabout that.And what would you sayif I asked you?I suppose that as a suitor,he was...not generous, but he was just.And that he was affectionate,if not constant.I wasn't sureof his suitability.But my family felt that moreimprovingmight be in the offing.After all, it is a long lanethat has no turning.You both have muchto be thankful for.We do.It's still too soon.Sorry.Tuesday, February 19th.My reluctance seemsto have become his shame.His nighttime pleasures,which were never numerous,have curtailed even more.And I have so far refusedto engage his persistenceon the subject of another child.Evening.This is myhusband Finney.And you already know Dyer.Our paths have crossed.And this is the Abigailthat I've been mentioning.My wife talks about you asif you're all about the house,and everythingreminds her of you.Oh, well, it's all I can dobut sit cross-legged and morosewhenever she's away.- Come in.- Thank you.The rain so heavythat it broke down our mill.Did you miss me?Yes.You look different.No...Finney seems agreeable.Yes, he is,when he chooses to be.I guess I'msupposed to offer a toast.But when it comesto the social graces,I'm about as smooth as comingdown a rocky hill in the dark.What my husband meansis he's so happyto finally get together,and to see Dyer again.Cheers.Part of what I valueabout my wifeis how she taught me toassociate with my fellow beings.Finney, that's a handsomeneck tie you've chosen.Thank you.But with my neck,my head sticks out like achicken in a poultry wagon.Your tart waswonderfully savory.Oh, did you like it?I'm so glad.I was worried I wouldn'thave enough eggs- because we had an accident.- Oh.My hired hand pulled down abox of eggs and broke two dozen.I announced that he wasunlucky to eggsand no longer allowedto approach them."Unlucky to eggs."I like that.I told him that his shirthad so many holes,he can make a necklace of it.Well, we often wishwe could afford a hired hand.We've suffered a great deal fromthe carelessness of hired hands.Mr. Holt's hired hand is saidto have swum his horseover the canal despite the cold.Really?Yes.Winter's been so hard,sometimes Mrs. Weldon's sonhas had to deliver the mailon skis.Now our letters can get lostat breakneck speed.Did you write letters to Talliewhen you were courting?I did.And did Tallie keep them?Only Tallie knows for sure.Monday, February 25th.Finney and Tallie's bondconfounds me.At times, when their eyes meet,they seem yoked in oppositionto one another,while at other times,there seems a shared regard.There is something going onbetween usthat I cannot unravel.Hold this here.Okay.Thank you.Hello, Dyer.Well, hello.You're off?Yes, to town.Have a good day.She'll be pleased to see you.Happy birthday!Brought you some things.Hand-knitted?I hoped you'd like them.I do.An Atlas!The United States of America.Oh and a little pot ofapple sauce with an egg on top.My feet are freezing.Oh, let me warm them.How's Finney?He's Finney.Ah, it tickles.My husband recordstrespassers in his journals.And this morning,when I asked himwhat he intends to doabout them,his response was so unpleasantthat I...resolved to visit you...so that there would be somethingin my dayother than his meanness.Dyer thinks he hasmany estimable qualities.He does.And he also uses a ledger tokeep accounting of whom I visitand how long I stay.Why?I have no idea.As he's gotten more like this,I've given up tryingto figure outall the peculiarities of his...odd little world.I suppose he's especiallyunhappy with me since...I'm yet to give him a child.What does it feel like?Like nothing at first.But then when she beganto stir...it's like butterfliesflapping their wings.Later, like a rabbit...when she kicked her legsat night.It frightens me.The thought of havingnone of that.And of giving birth.Most of us feel that way.But...when the time comes,I will be there...to guide you through it.Dyer must want another child.I understand.Birthday gifts.A box of raisins.That needle caseyou've been needing.And a tin of sardines.You spoil me.Oh, you got giftsfrom your new friend.She left hours ago.I just saw her leave.The great storm beganwith a faint groaningin the northeast.It was like a noiseof a locomotive.Help!Come closer, girl.It's warmer over here.I'm sorry, I'll be going.You should wait it out.Come on, mare.Dyer!Dyer!Dyer!How long would it bebefore I receive word of Tallie?How long could I wait?How long will the feedin the barn last?Each cow eats 26 poundsof forage every day.You should know that.They start to skinny downafter three days.Heard the newspaper predictsthe storm'll let up by then.But that's probably based onan expert's consultationof a goose bone."In a real crisis of nature,we're all at another's mercy."Yes.My mother liked to say,"We tumble from onemortification to another."When I was seven, an earthquakeknocked down our house and barn.Did I tell you?Never.- An earthquake?- Yes.I remember something woke mebefore dawn.I don't know what.My father was calling out.But I couldn't tear myselfaway from the window.I saw birds flutteringin the air, afraid to set down.The river was roiling,and I couldn't move.And then...Finally, I jumped downto our collapsed stairwell,as all my brothershad done before me.And we all huddled togetherin the dark on the porch.Later, my mother saidthat the dread never fullywent away after that.She said, "What was safe ifthe solid earth could do that?"Mother.Tallie! You're frozen!Tallie! Stay awake!Stay awake!Open your eyes! Open your eyes!Keep your eyes open!Keep your eyes open!Look at me.I would die without you.Then you're safe.Because I am here.Monday, March 17th.Half the chickens are lost.I dug ice and snowfrom their dead open mouthsin an attempt to revive them.Hobnails...For better traction.The Widow Weldon'sson, on his rounds,reported that Talliehad gotten home safely,with, he thought,only a bit of frostbite.We haven't seen your frienddown the lane for a while.Finney took her to Oneonta.So everything is tediousand lonesome?Thursday, April 10th.Biscuits and dried mackerelfor breakfast.Dyer has augmentedthe padding in the cattle penswith his hoardingsof maple leaves and old straw.It always seemsthat Tallie will never appear.But I remind myself that timeand the needle wearthrough the longest morning.And I have notedthat when she does arrive,my heart is like a leafborne over a rockby rapidly moving water.Hello. Oh!Oh! Careful.Stay. Sit, sit.Saturday, April 12th.- I spent the last two days...- Very damp, cloudy and cool.Smoky.Perhaps the forestis somewhere on fire.Your nose is being gracious.Monday, April 14th.A terribly bad spring so far,but the cloverhas come up through it,and is all right.And how's Finney?The soul of patience.He's mentioning again the ideaof migrating west.You're planning on moving west?Perhaps.I had an uncle who moved to Ohioand came to a desperate end.Which is what onemight expect from Ohio.- Tomorrow?- Hm.Thursday, April 17th.Rain in torrentsnearly all night.The lane is floodedand the ditches brim full.This morning,only a slight shower.Tallie came laterthan her usual time today.She offered no explanation.I'm sorry that your childhoodwas anything less than joyous.Joyous it was not.But I made my own happinesses.My husband says, "Godputs heavy stones in your path,it's up to usto step over them."Stones are whatthe fortunate receive.My mother's mother was bornin 1780right here in Schoharie County.I often wonder at the courageand the resourcefulnessof those women.Imagine faring forthinto a wilderness,hoping to build the foundationsof a home.Maybe they had a certain highhopefulness that we don't have.When can you come?Tuesday.- Hello, Tallie!- Good day.Was your afternoon gladsome?Yes, it was, very.- Goodbye.- Goodbye.I felt,looking at her expression,as if she werein full sail on a flood tide,while I bobbedalong down backwards.And yet,I never say on her countenancethe indifferenceof fortunatetowards the less fortunate.Good day.Good day.Are you sick, too?Not at all.I was hoping to compare colds.I'll make you tea and honey?What?Every morning I wake upand I think that I neverwant to be far from you.And under your influence,since you're so good with words,I've composed a poem.It's entitled..."Oh, Sick and Miserable Heart,Be Still."When I was a little girl,I thought I could cultivatemy intellectand do something for the world.But my life has surprised meby being far more ordinary.You're talking about that momentthat I have dreamed about,when we're carried in triumphfor having done somethingwonderful or received at homewith tears and shouts of joy.Do you know what I wonder?Is it possible...that such a moment hasn'tyet come for either of us?I think it has.Or that it could.You do.So what do you think?What do you think about us?I don't know howto put it into words.Well, try.- I have tried.- Well, try again.What do you imagine?I imagine that I lovehow our encircling feelingsleave nothing out...for us to want or seek.I've presumed too much.It's been my experiencethat it's not always thosewho show the leastwho actually feel the least.Just my dog's toenailson the wood.Why didn't you dowhat you attempted to do?I worry you'll catch my cold.You smell like a biscuit.I have to go home.Astonishment and joy.Astonishment and joy.Astonishment and joy.You haven't accomplishedany of your responsibilities.- Do you need assistance?- No, I don't think so.So it's a cold platefor supper tonight?I'll milk the cows.Friday, May 30th.The sunshine streamingthrough the branchesmakes a tremendous farragoof light and shade.We hold our friendshipbetween us and study it,as if it were the incompletemap of our escape.When the day is done,my mind turns to her,and I think,with a special heat,"Why are we to be separated?"Your smile stopped.Is it meant for someone else?Sorry, my mind was elsewhere.We need calico and buttonsand shoe thread.Am I troubling you,sitting here with you like this?Not at all.I may be late coming to it,but I've learnedconsideration of others.I've learned the needfor human sympathyand the unfulfilled want of it.I feel I've provided youwith sympathy.I suppose that's so.The smile returns.Good day.Oh.I believe that intimacyincreases goodwill.And if that's the case,then every minutewe spend togetherwill make usmore cheerful workers.Won't our farms benefitfrom that?Won't our husbands?All our burdenswill be lightened.When she left,I was like a skiff at seawith neither hand nor helmto guide it.They're cleaning out the drainunder the street along the fork.And several peopleare down with fever.Holt came by to hang the bacon.He still hasn't recovered frombeing beaten by two strangers.He had to be hauled to his homein his cart.He said the men who did itwere gonna kill him,and then realized they weremistaken as to who he was.Lately, it seems likeall you talk aboutare highwaymenand house breakers.On the contrary,I often deferto your sensitivities.And I haven't eventold you aboutall the reportsin the county of menwho've poisonedand killed their wivesbecause I haven't found ita fitting subject for supper."Killed their wives,"he used those words?Mm-hm. those words.Have you had any disagreements?Yes, about my wifely duties.I told him that I was opposedto it, that I was not willing.And he accepted that?Well, he hasn'ttouched me since, so...But I made myselffeel better...by composing a poem.Can I readyou the opening stanza?You can read me the entire poem.No, I'll start withthe opening stanza."I love flowering gardens.I love creeping plants.I love walking in the air,but I fear swarming ants."I don't think I cansupport the rhyme.You see why I didn'tread the whole thing?I'm sorry.I've always been contraryand maladroit.Earlier, I... I felt that...whenever I would draw closeto you, you would retreat,and that, if I kept still,you would returnbut you'd stay at a distance,like those sparrowsthat stay in the farmyardand won't come into the house.- That's not how I feel.- How do you feel, then?When I was in school,the teacher had meread "Cordelia"to an older boy's "King Lear."Near the end of the play,the king and his daughterare imprisoned,but he views itin a positive way."Come, let's away to prison,"he says."We two alone shall singlike birds in a cage."Imprisoned...In a positive way?Well, maybe that one has to readthe entire play.It may be only in playswhere peopleare imprisonedin a positive way.You don't think there's a cagethat could work to our benefit?I just...I only know that...I've never liked cages.I hope you had a good afternoonin Shangri-La or Timbuktu,wherever it is you've been.I had a busy afternoon, yes.I would think.Five hours you've been gone.I went to the drapers.I couldn't find anythingI liked.Then I stopped by the tinkerfor a sack of coffee,but he's now asking 60 cents,and I only had 50.Then I thought I would buy youa treat of some kind,but Mr. Arnolds reminded methat I still owedfor my last transactions so...I was forcedto close up my purse.Tell me everythingabout your day.Don't hold anything back.You're not interested inhow your wife spends her time.I don't feel I have a wife.I feel I have a selfish whorewho...who'd rather wander offto another man's housethan contribute any labor.Well, Dyer was offin the fields,and her houseis on the way back home, so...So it's just Abigail and youtittering and gossipingaway the hours?Enjoying each other's company.I have certain expectations,and you have certain duties.We've talked all night and dayabout your expectations.I will not stay with a womanif it continually requirescontention.Well, then you shouldn't staywith me, should you?Don't ask for morethan you can handle.Sunday, June 8th.All afternoon, a hawk has beenusing a single cloud above usas its own parasol.To ward off others of its kind.Our whole house nowseems both angry and repentant.God help us.When three days went bywithout a word from her,I stole over to her houseto look on herfrom what I imagined to bea vantage pointof perfect safety.By turning the lens piece,I could draw her face nearer,and hold it thereuntil she turned away.Her image provokeda sensation in melike the violencethat sends a floating branchfar out overa waterfall's precipicebefore it plummets."For the wife does not havethe authority over her own body,but the husband does.Do not deprive one another,so that Satan may not tempt youbecause of your lackof self-control."Ephesians 5:33. "Submit to yourown husbands, as to the Lord..."Monday, June 9th.Merciful father...Turn the channel of events.Wednesday, June 11th.Dyer has been silent all day,and I was happy to be leftin my solitude.Hello!Tallie...We haven't seen you for days.Have you been ill?- Nothing serious, I hope.- Ho!She's been under the weather.- Good afternoon.- Good afternoon.We want to invite you to dinneragain this Saturday next.But it's our turn.We should be feasting you.In the meantime,please be our guests.We'd love to.Six?- Six it is.- Hup!My mother once told mein a furywhen I was a little girlthat my fatherasked nothing of herexcept thatshe work in the garden,harvest the produce,preserve the fruit,tend the poultry,milk the cows,manage the household duties,and help out in the fieldswhen needed.She said she appearedin his ledgeronly when she purchased a dress.Am I anywhere in there?I'm recording spring expenses.And how havethings changed?Daughters are married offso youngthat everywhere you looka slender and unwilling girlis being forced to stema sea of tribulationsbefore she is even full-grownin height.That's its purpose!Come on. Come on.Morning.Morning, Jim.Morning, ma'am.I've got a new book for you.Do you know,I'd actually like to seethat blue dress you have there.All right, lady.Over here!It's two and a half.I'll take it.My change?Thank you.The Mannings' oldestdaughter tipped over an oil lampand it set the house ablaze.- Fire!- Ho! Ho!- Fire!- Before she was drivenfrom the house by the flames,she heard calls from her sister,who was trappedin the upper loft.Get her out of there.Cassie!Get her out!Get her out!Your wife is to be commendedon her hospitality and cooking.I can recall the day...No, thank you....when every family was fed,clothed, shot, sheltered,and warmed from the productsa good wifegathered withinher own fence line.I heard down by the loggersthat Mrs. Mannings' oldestgot fiercely burnedin the house fire.- Cassie.- And died.Yes, she did.Well, as my father used to say,"The supreme disposerof all eventsdoes sometimes disappointour earthly hopes."What a marvelous hanging lamp.Finney purchased it sothat everyone could readwith equal ease around the room.I wasn't brought up to readover much,but I do believe a fathershould give his childrenevery chance to improve.Children being a sore pointin this household.And yours, I'd expect.You'll have to forgivemy husband.Even so,whatever misfortunesarrive at my doorstep,I seek to improve my lotwith my own industry.I...I study my options closely,and just attend to everythingwith more vehemence.Well, then you should becommended for that.I'll give you an example.When I first began farming,I was so vexedat my own inabilityto stop my dogs barkingthat one January,during a storm,I held the dog aroundthe corner of the barn in a galeuntil it froze to death.I nearly froze to death myself,at least froze my hands,even with my heavy work gloves.That is reprehensible.Did I see outsidethat you use an old shovel plow?Well, since you're interestedin my machinery,I have a hinged harrowthat's been giving me trouble.The spikes catch the rocksand roots, and they break off.Well, our harrowhas upright discs.Work better?Yeah, it seems to.Bring the desserts.I think we're stuffed.My husband insistson his pastriesand preserved fruits and creams.Well, good.What is happening?Are you in danger?What happened to your neck?No, I just took a fallover a fence.I hadn't heard.There are many things aboutwhich you haven't heard.Back at the table,Tallie kept strict custodyof her eyes.Her husband's moodseemed to have darkened.He served the pastriesand creams himself,leaving only her plate empty.Saturday, June 21st.My heart a maelstrom.My head a bedlam.A whole weekand no visit from Tallie.No word.My anxieties often force meto stop my workand pace the houselike an inmate.I have to see her.Ho, ho!Tallie! Tallie!What has happened?They're gone.And no goodbye?We need to call the sheriff.And report what exactly?That our neighbors moved?It's the Zebrun farm.They were renting.I'll go then.For what reason?There's blood!And you never had an accident?So we'll just do nothing?I'll make the roundsof the neighbors.And if we are not satisfied,we can take your fearsto the sheriff.Thank you.Monday, June 23rd.Dyer said Mrs. Nottowayrecalled spotting their caravanon the country road in thelate evening, heading northwest.Mrs. Nottoway?She believed she spiedTallie's figurealongside her husband'sbut was unsure.A hired hand, she thought,was driving the second wagon.Sunday, June 29thI spotted the sheriffon his way to church.I conveyed my accusations,to no response.Dyer said that no one wouldinvestigate a crimewithout evidence that a crimehad been committed.Calm myself?I refused to calm myself,so he tied me to a chairand administered laudanum.Monday, June 30th.Bleary and short of breathfrom the laudanum...I wake weeping,retire weeping,stand before my duties weeping.Sunday, July 6th.I am a library without books,a sea of fear,agitation and want.Dyer speaks of how much wehave for which to be grateful.I sit violently consciousof the ticking clockwhile he weepsat what he imaginesto be his own poor,forgotten self.Wednesday, July 9th.Despite some hourswithout the laudanum,I was so befoggedand wild with griefthat Dyer left mefor the afternoon,unsettled and wary of my state.Tuesday, July 22nd.- Weldon?- Good day.The renters at Zebrun's farmare gone.Did they leavea forwarding address?No. You've got a letter.Hyah.Is it from her?It is.- Oh.- Origin?Onondaga County. Do you know it?It's north of Syracuse.Are you gonna read it?To myself.Abigail, Abigail, Abigail.I'm sorry that all I haveto send you is this letter,and I'm sorry for allthat a letter cannot be.Even the best letteris just a little bit of someone.I'm sorry I never gotto say goodbye,and I'm sorry that we seemto have tradedone sort of misery for another.It turns out that houses deepin the backwoodsalways seem to be awful andunnatural in their loneliness.If there were onlya ruined abbeyaround here with bats in it,the view would be perfect.Our roof is ramshackle and shedswater nicely in dry weatherbut we have to spread milk pansaround the floor when it rains.Still, outside the kitchen,there are already anemonesand heart's-ease,and even prettier flowerswhich my stupiditykeeps me from naming for you.I believe I've enjoyed myselfless these last few weeksthan any other femalewho ever lived.During what little timeI have to myself,Finney reads aloudinstructions for wivesfrom the Old Testament.But when it comes to the Bible,I have to say thatthere are a lot of passageshe may know word for word,but which haven't touchedhis heart.I can't account for his stateof mind except to saythat my company must beintensely disagreeable to him.And if that's the case,I'm sorry for it.Ho...Good afternoon!Afternoon.Whoa.Hey.I've got something for you.There you go.Thank you.Good day.Hyah. Come on.- Is it for me?- From Schoharie County.- Your Abigail.- Give that to me.Give it. Finney, give...Finney!"What's to becomeof the thousands of our sexscattered out in the wildernessand obligedto tax our strengths?I feel as if,at that selfsame hourwhen our prospectswere brightest,that in the dim distancea black shadow approached.And yet still,imagine the happiest of unionsfor us of the sortin which two families previouslyat daggers drawnare miraculously broughttogether on love's account.It is your faceI bear through the night.It is to you I devotea dreaming spacebefore I turn myself to sleep,but there is no sleep.It's as if within me everythingclamors for air,and I thinkif it's like this now,what will it be like later?I send you what loveand support I can.I send you all my heart's hopes.Abigail."Please knowthat force alonecouldn't have gotten me hereto a place like this.I was told I had to actin support of interest,happiness and the reputationof someone I once loved.As far as I can figure,we're now still only about85 miles apart.But of course,people like usdon't go on long visits.Dyer refused firstto permit my departure,and then to accompany me,and only caught up to the cartat the end of our propertyand climbed aboard.We were the very pictureof anguish,rattling along side by side.The night was fair and warm withthe appearance of a coming rain.A shower.It's so hardto write abouthow much I want to thank you,but I have to start somewhere.Abigail...I want to tell you that beingwith you, even alone,has been like being a partof the biggestand most spacious communityI could ever imagine.I feel closer to youthan I would a sister sinceeverything amazing that I feel,I chose to feel.And do you know what memoryit is that I most cherish?It's of you turning to mewith that smile you gave meonce you realizedthat you were loved.I have no way of knowingwhat is to come,but I do knowthat all of the trustand care and courage we shared,that will all shine on usand protect us.You are my city of joy.You are my city of joy.Whoa.Might I askyour business?We've come to see Tallie.Where is she?I heard you on the road.You made such a racket.I took you for the tin knocker.We've ridden for three days.We are not leavingwithout seeing her.I'm not concerned with what youwill or will not leave without.Keep a civil tongue,friend.Where is she?I treated her with tea of sootand pine-tree rootto good effect,but sickness always testsour willingnessto bow beforethe greatest authority.My guess isthat it was diphtheria.No!There is somealienation from marital...What time is it?I don't care.- I have to go.- You're gonna make a mark.Come on.Come on.Come on.Sunday, August 31st.Weather very hot and sunny.I cleaned out the shedwhich was full of rustyand dusty rubbish,washed the windows,and preserved applesfor the winter.Fourteen dollars from the saleof our milk and butter.I have cut my handwith a paring knife.I console myselfwith the convictionthat someday in the futurewhen Dyeris forced to travel to Syracusefor feed or supplies,I will join him,and take his rifleand go to Skaneatelesand kill Finney where he sits.Dyer has been at workon the barn.Each day,we enact our separation.Sometimes after it gets dark,we walk over the hillsacross our upper fieldsfor the wide, wide view.And Dyer tries to imagine usas we were,while I try to imagine Tallieand that cordialand accepting homethat existed solelyin our dreams.I imagine Tallie and Nelliesomewhere together,and Nellie running her brushthrough Tallie's hair.I imagine banishing foreverthose sentiments of my ownthat she chastened and refined.I imagine resolving to dowhat I can for Dyer.And I imagine continuingto write in this ledger,here,as though this was my life.As though my lifewas not elsewhere.I've always fearedthat I would bring misfortuneto those I loved.Are you really saying nothingto that?I don't know where to start.I can't imagine what morewe could do for one another...with our constraints.You can't?I can't.You can't?Well, then...It's a good thing we rememberthat our imaginationscan always be cultivated.

香格里拉，廷巴克图，异域的发音勾勒出超越任何习得经验的他者的地界。

加德满都，乌兰巴托，语言的陌生和距离的广远构建现实中不存在却在想象中滋长萌芽的永恒乐土，那些属于东方的意象，漫溢到美国地图遥似天边的边界之外，已是一个受教育程度不高的美国农夫语言的想象力所能探触到的世界尽头。

当Finney倾注满怀的恶意，以他所知的虚构东方来讥诮Taille潜在的外遇时，他只是想一贯地通过言语与肉体的暴力来折磨并驯服他的所有物，他的雌兽，他圈养的妻子。

事实上他不幸言中了，但他自己永无可能察觉到充当皮鞭的反问中暗含的真相：他的女人的确肆意漫游在远方的世界流连忘返，而那个天国般的新世界比西方人臆想中投射女性特质的东方更为遥远。

这个世界没有男人能涉足，像他这样想象力早被扼杀的男人更永远无从窥得通往此处的门径。

这是只属于你和我，在我们身前无名无姓的流浪逃亡的祖母们，和在我们消逝之后仍存有勇气与希望去建造方舟追逐太阳的女儿们，只在想象中存在的女人的新世界。

在你到来之前，文字构筑了我的世界。

整部影像的基调与底色都是Abigail流淌的旁白叙述。

散文诗般的日记体将属于个人私密的口述史在克制却哀婉的语调下奔涌成史诗。

短暂的不到一年的光阴，等不及酷寒的冬季在轮回中沉默地登门拜访，你却已经不辞而别，每一次我试图把融进夕阳光晕的背影在记忆中用文字风干成标本，风中鼓动的裙裾却如同海上风帆预示了命运悲剧性的航向。

从冬到秋，封冻、升温、炽烈、死寂，自然的景观与心境的变迁无痕地实现了异轨同操的表达，非语言的氛围情景承托了单一文本的筑基，让回溯文字而得以复现的影像能再一次被赋予生者的温度。

作为庸碌农妇的Abigail在望不到尽头的苦难中日复一日消磨着本就所剩无几的灵魂。

希望渺远，永无满足的莽荒之境中连温饱的最低生存需求都难以为继，更遑论精神、梦想与爱，一切情感的波动与心绪的震荡都要让位于活着的苦役。

麻木黯淡之下她却藏着耀眼的珍宝——文字是她的巫术，在这个宣称上帝治下的男性世界她唯一能为自己所有的权力，手握的利刃——文学的天赋令她在茫茫的模糊女性群像中拥有隐秘的特权，以书写来催眠悲痛的浪潮，以文字的感知来尝试深渊中的自救。

言说的权力一砖一瓦建造起属于她自己的精神游憩之所，在那里万物栩栩可爱，在那里她还能切身感到灵魂尚未消亡于心死的可能性。

静谧而广漠的文字世界中又充满了不可琢磨的虚伪性。

情绪的片段一经大脑过度便失真，一旦涉及语言的再度组织便染上了无可抗拒的矫饰性，连带着不能被文字束缚概括的想象都必须削足适履，裁剪后嵌入语言的边框。

等到落笔时分，日记早已酝酿成一坛自我满足的苦酒，所谓的真实性，只是我同自己撒的一个莫大的谎。

虽然文字名义上扮演着剪下的一片昨日的阴影，一面与自我对话和解的镜子，实则却是善于辞令之人用以掩饰和自洽，合理化伤痛与伪装自我的天然手段，与金属组建构成的机械装置别无二致。

Abigail优美又精确的比喻句随着空境赐予观者极致的视听体验，然而巧言的修辞，譬喻的长句捕捉一幕幕景观赋予形状的习惯暗示出的是，对文字有意识的训练已经形成大脑想象机制的反射条件，比喻越是细腻妥帖，离心里直观的感情越遥不可及。

呼啸着喧腾着的神弃之地处处显示着文学的无用。

既连饱餐饭都成奢望，又怎敢妄议审美的价值。

不仅文学在靠天吃饭的穷山恶水是无效的，一个富有诗书的妻子对于丈夫而言与其说是添色更像是累赘：给一户穷民一只歌喉婉转的夜莺并不能使他们以存续性衡量的幸福感有任何提升，但会下蛋的肥母鸡却能给他们无与伦比的曙光。

美在贫瘠的土地上没有容身之所。

Taille的出现却令迄今为止只能附着在文学想象的美获得了托生之所还过魂来。

她是兀自燃烧而不计后果的一丛野火，恍若她不加捆缚的红发，蓬蓬然生长蔓延扩张为吞噬理性思考的海水与火焰，少女时代不加修剪的任性妄为中自有一种挑衅的姿态。

美好地过了头，又昭示着与这片男性气质土壤的格格不入。

天成的浪漫，碰上野蛮的神话是没有退路也没有出路的，只会在迎头痛击的暴力下化作一具冰冷却乖顺的尸体。

有些悲剧在序章就埋下了伏笔，然而幻梦如真，蒙住了看清蠢动威胁的慧眼，假装在幕天席地的野合中，一瞬可以抵达天长地久的时间维度。

典型的孤岛设置并没有太多可以生出新意的空间。

无非是两个外在毫无半点相似之处内心却合契无比的孤独之人在偶然的际遇中摩擦出爱的火光并彼此救赎，进而一个主动试探，一个被动畏缩，这些情爱节奏都是老生常谈的经书。

但陈词可以重弹，有限的音符也能编排出无尽乐章。

之于这个故事，它的独特性在诗性笔调建立的女性主义文学叙事。

随着日记的时间线一天天铺陈开来，叙事的张弛缓急也跟着展开。

影像化的改编看似打破了原著纯然的文学叙事而以视觉语言强行介入，事实上影片的完成度与结构都已经为文学与电影的共生语言找到了一条曲径通幽的道路。

此外，声音元素作为表演的另一重延伸又为失语的文字增添了情感的演绎。

视与听的语言共同引人迷失在文本的场域之中。

回忆中的角色一一亮相，女主角Abigail的名字揭晓却姗姗来迟，在一个羞怯的她无法拒绝的社交场合被迫吐露，似乎由她文字游走的世界里，她的出场须得由自己控制，而不是旁人一句称呼或漫不经心地介绍下就将名字代表的叙述自主性拱手让人。

而Taille,她的名字像是那位无情上帝的嘲弄，恰好与Abigail失去的女儿Nellie押韵。

命运夺走了她生命中的火光，便又送了一束更明亮更热烈的来，有时候巧合无法不使人做这种联想。

无子的隐痛顺理成章构成将两人心的距离拉近的第一条线索。

十九世纪美国东北部清教徒的观念中对妻子的位置与义务有神圣而严苛的定义，但执行的力度在远离文明中心的乡野上全看个人，也即丈夫的头脑中那颗毒瘤种得有多深。

城市文明辐射半径之外的“法外之地”，上帝是最微不足道却又最举重若轻的存在。

若上帝真有仁慈，他就不必化作不仁的天地，夺走在土地上耕种的人们生存的希望，更不必毫无缘由地熄灭一个稚嫩灵魂的生命之火。

上帝和他人间代理人的虚伪之处正在于，既呼吁人在不幸中坚信神的救世，又要在不幸降临时原谅上帝偶发的疏忽。

如此，人只能寄虚无的希望于来世。

那里或有数座庇护之城，可以大庇天下不幸之人。

但女人的落脚处又在上帝眼中的哪里呢？

《旧约》教导世人，服从你的丈夫如同侍奉你的主。

当神只为男人的意志而撰写教义，我又怎能信奉这样一位主，他的福音中不会有我的一席之地。

宗教的压迫神圣化了妇职的意义，将女性编织进层层束缚的道德与责任之下，为妻要为丈夫操持好家室，默默忍受丈夫的泄欲，成为厅堂中一件漂亮的摆设，为母要以永动的繁衍义务填满每一寸本属于自我的空间，直至任何曾有的想象与梦境都在养儿育女的连轴转中丧失意义。

即使从母亲的人生中屡次反思女性的处境，Abigail还是斩断不了父权的捆绑。

丧女之痛像一根刺反复扎疼她对自己失职的认识，隐痛又在见到母与子的场景下不断复现提醒着她育儿的责任。

对Taille而言，无子是她丈夫眼中横亘在夫妻关系里最不和谐的一桩罪，这罪只会单方面降在女性头上。

如一片寸草不生的地，一只下不了蛋的母鸡，你无用的子宫注定你不是一个完整的女人。

共享的悲痛与无能为力淹没了她们的心，然而这种情绪在与丈夫朝夕相处面面相觑的日子中是无人可诉说的，唯有关停情感的感知才能继续麻木地生活。

女性互助的价值就在炉火前的交心片刻被勾连起来。

父权制婚姻的阴影像萦绕不去的乡愁一样盘桓在她们的头上，愁云惨雾阻断了前路。

Abigail形容与丈夫的性行为是“他夜间的愉悦”，言下之意是床笫间的亲密对于她没有任何的性快感，只是被动承受着男性的性欲发泄与传宗接代的任务。

Taille拒绝丈夫性要求后受到的威胁则令人毛骨悚然。

在独属于她们两人的性爱中却让人看到寂灭的希望复生的可能性。

第一个吻，于两人都是全然陌生的经验。

在同性恋文化还没有被主流社会道德明确斥作禁忌的当时，这反而不是一种明知禁忌的反叛，而是跟从情感的召唤探索未知又神秘的域外之地。

手中只有一张残缺的地图，却要按图找到逃离的去处。

彼此试谈又退却，胆怯的心思终在一个吻中道尽了心意相通。

狂喜的感受流遍四肢百骸，超越了语言的经验，令一切字词的堆叠都黯然失色。

Astonishment and joy，复诵三次的迷狂恍若祷文给全新的神话注入了信仰的力量，同样复诵三次的"Abigail"则是无边绝望中唯一可以点亮心灵余温的咒语。

吟诵你的名字，我的生命就能透过想象延续下去。

关于两个丈夫的形象，影片难能可贵的一点是没有把对他们的塑造扁平化成标签意味的“同夫”。

在女性叙事的领域之外，虽然着墨分量不一，却各自完成了立体的描写。

穷困与悲伤给Dyer打造了一张铁铸的面具，他笨拙又不善言辞，将与妻子等量的痛苦全部埋藏在男性性别建构下的沉默强硬之中。

时间流逝，他学会共情妻子的感受并最终呈现了一段在时代局限中稍为健康的夫妻关系图景。

而Finney作为反面形象也有颇多值得玩味的细节铺设，从他对牲畜毫无怜悯的杀戮，对疑似侵入边界陌生人的仇视都可以看出他是在用暴力法则驯服自己的所有物。

讽刺的是，口中最为虔信上帝旨意之人却也是最残暴的刽子手。

只有在平等自由的性中，我才感到被爱与真实，才真正体会何谓活着。

福克纳笔下艾米丽毒死赫默的情节变身成有毒的男子气概冷血而有预告的谋杀。

“那战胜了爱情的煎熬的永恒长眠已经使他驯服了”，野性难驯的她终于臣服在毒药发作的一支舞中。

Abigail面对死去爱人的尸体以日记中性爱场面集锦式地涌现来压制死亡的具象，文字串联的回忆画面瞬间摄取了观者所有的感官，仿佛逝去的爱人可以起死回生。

而这种想象支配回忆的生命力确实能抗衡死亡，直至阴阳两隔也不可能将你带离我的身边。

美国是一个由无畏的拓荒者在马背上建立的国家。

我们的祖先向着未知的新世界索取征服与冒险，所到之处汇聚成了如今地图册上指尖触摸的一道道疆土的边界。

女人的命运也正如天父凝视下无家可归的流浪者，在拓荒中逐渐找回自我。

世上没有为女人预留的国度，女人作为天父的奴隶，世世代代奔徙流浪从未放弃过对应许之地的追寻，去梦想、去期待与用想象创造新世界，也是在完成一套独属于女性的神话与语言。

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在电影后半段，塔利在给艾比盖尔的信里写道：“我们现在只有137公里的距离，可是，当然了，像我们这样的人是不能长途跋涉去拜访别人的。

”读完信后，艾比盖尔坐到书桌前，打开了一本地图册。

那是塔利送给她的。

她的双手在地图上慢慢摸索，也许是在找两人的具体位置。

137公里——现实中无法跨越的距离，她企图用手指划出一条连接的虚线。

在电影中，地图册似乎等同于塔利本人。

因为开篇不久，艾比盖尔说“我想买一本地图册”，话音刚落，塔利就坐着马车出场了。

后来，艾比盖尔形容她们的这份友谊正像是一幅描绘着二人的逃亡路线的残缺地图。

电影名The World to Come（将要到来的世界），在这里产生了一个地理学意义上的所指。

段义孚《浪漫地理学》这个书名直接表明，作者认为复杂的地理学实际是浪漫的。

因为地理意味着求索，而求索正是浪漫的核心。

段义孚没有提及地图学。

是啊，还有地图学这种事。

地理学的边缘学科，五颜六色的理论，表皮，装饰，挂画，纸质出版，纸上谈兵。

尽管地图学具有科学、技术学和工程学的特性，但它的主要任务——研究如何利用地图抽象地表达非线性的地理世界——揭示出，其本质是一种表达方式。

既然作为一种表达方式，它就有了文学特性，它具有美感并承载了观看者的想象。

这让它相对于地理学的野心、艰苦来说，多了一份感性、温柔。

伊丽莎白·毕晓普的诗歌《地图》中有一句，描述了观看者的手指划过那些测绘线条，就像女人抚摸织物：这些半岛在拇指和其余手指间掬水，宛如女人摩挲一匹匹光滑的织物。

巧合的是，当时塔利送给艾比盖尔的地图册，正是放在织物下面的。

塔利把地图册装在一个菜篮子里，上面放着两条手织的绢布。

而地图册下面，还有一罐苹果酱，和一个鸡蛋。

多么靠谱的一个女人！

不光给你畅想的远方，还充实了眼前的厨房。

地图册的英文名叫Atlas。

在古希腊神话中，Atlas被宙斯惩罚用双肩来支撑苍天。

16世纪开始，Atlas身负苍天的插图被当作地图册的扉页标配，于是慢慢地，Atlas这个词就指代了地图册。

多么反讽啊，地图册上描绘了你有可能会去的所有地方，但实际上你却像Atlas一样身负重物，一动也不能动。

正如布莱士·帕斯卡认为的那样，人类不能安分地待在自己的家里，这是一切不幸的根源。

不幸是真实的。

还好，幸福也是。

有一个朋友告诉我说，喜欢一个人，就像走进一个新世界。

The world to come，the world to come.我想起13年前第一次读《孤筏重洋》时的情景。

当时拿到书后，随即买了一张《世界地图》贴在床头。

我一边对照着《孤筏重洋》里描写的路线，一边将南太平洋的海岛、洋流、经纬度，一点一点地还原到地图上。

那个晚上，我以为自己以后也会像作者一样坐上小船，以实际行动验证自己的学识。

我并没有料到，后来正当我打算这样做的时候，恰恰是地图限制了我。

我现在工作的一部分，正是一动不动地坐在一个小工位上，审核一张张地图。

《XX市标准地名录》《XX省标准地名图集》《XX省春季旅行线路》《XX分洲设色地图》……虽然看遍了世界各地，但是寸步难行。

不过换一个角度也可以说，虽然寸步难行，但是看遍了世界各地。

或者用精神胜利法：在办公室看得头晕眼花、腰背酸痛、呼吸困难，这和地图册上的尼泊尔雪山带给人的身体感受实则一致。

有时，我们不得不接受，“将要到来的世界”根本不会到来，地理只能停留在地图的阶段。

段义孚在书中还指出，如果要庄重地对待世界，并长久地探寻世界，你必须先建立一种极大的乐观态度。

那么，萌发这种乐观态度的种子，在哪里呢？

电影最后一幕里，艾比盖尔悲观地说：“我不知道还能为彼此做些什么。

我们能力有限。

”塔利说：“是吗？

”艾比盖尔说：“是的。

”塔利说：“那么，好在，我们还记得，想象力是可以生根发芽的。

”地图，原来就是那一颗小小的、坚硬的种子。

“The New World Is Yet To Come ”这大概是最能表达我对本片感受的一句话吧。

《打开心世界》看完了，思绪万千五味陈杂。

影片以盖布瑞拉第一视角和大量旁白，讲述一位19世纪初美国偏远地区穷苦农妇的生活，和内心渴望被爱、被改变的期待。

盖布瑞拉善于文字表达，早早嫁作人妻，每天按部就班做着“妻子应该做的事情”。

塔莉和丈夫搬到盖布瑞拉附近，是位不愿承担丈夫所说“妻子应做之事”的美丽农妇。

塔莉问她为什么嫁给丈夫的时候，盖布瑞拉回答：他人虽不长情，但人很深情。

这就埋下了她丈夫可以陪着妻子坐3天3夜马车去见她妻子担心的女人之伏笔。

虽然夫妻两人每天没什么话可讲，可她丈夫还是不会离开盖布瑞拉。

塔莉的丈夫则是一位小肚鸡肠疑心重的男人，这也预示着这是一出悲剧。

塔莉丈夫用日记无比详尽地记录自己妻子出去时长和谁见面，还会告诉塔莉“隔壁村庄有人用毒药毒死妻子”的信息我就猜到塔莉估计会BE。

当看到塔莉和丈夫不辞而别搬走，盖布瑞拉给塔莉写信最终被塔莉小心眼丈夫发现还大声朗读那份爱的倾诉信后，我气得骂了句脏话！

塔莉和盖布瑞拉的感情被塔莉丈夫发现，塔莉被丈夫毒死....盖布瑞拉找上门发现塔莉死的哭泣，还有最后盖布瑞拉像失了魂的每日流泪都让我难过不已。

我也在这些台词中得到了之前不理解盖布瑞拉和塔莉彼此产生爱意的原因。

塔莉的旁白解答了一切：和一个在一起可以让自己快乐、舒服、产生共鸣的人在一起才是爱。

我太喜欢她们对于羞涩内敛喜爱的用词描述。

虽然没有《烧女图》和《菊石》的爱那么热烈，但都非常真实把“本过着平凡普通生活，突然有个人闯入自己世界”的惊喜、爱恋、仰慕、共情描写出来。

其实，有些对话太过于晦涩难懂，当时男权主义背景下农妇们的爱只能躲躲藏藏。

不过，我挺喜欢塔莉低沉声音和橘色金发的。

可惜，塔莉已死，盖布瑞拉会永远活在悲伤之中。

The New World Is Yet To Come.

我是没有书的图书馆I am a library without books我是恐惧 焦虑和欲望的海洋a sea of fear,agitation and wantWhen the day is done,一天结束my mind turns to her,我的思绪就飞向了她and I think,with a special heat. 还带着一股特殊的激情I believe that intimacy increase goodwill. 我相信亲密会增加善意And if that's the case,如果是这样的话then every minute we spend together,然后我们在一起的每一分钟will make us more cheerful workers. 会让我们成为更快乐的工人

“你闻起来像饼干”

“下了一整夜倾盆大雨”

“仿佛那里有新鲜空气”

“思念她的面庞”

“保持自我”

“没有手也没有舵来引导”

“如果我不曾见过太阳，那么我不会惧怕黑暗”不是表达最少的人，感受就最少。

“你是千堆雪，我是长街，日出一到，彼此瓦解”我们通过信件传递彼此孤独与爱意。

1st letter, from TallieAbigail, Abigail, Abigail...I’m sorry that all I have to send you is this letter, and I’m sorry for all that a letter cannot be. Even the best letter is just a little bit of someone. I’m sorry I never got to say goodbye, and I’m sorry that we seem to have traded one sort of misery for another. It turns out that houses deep in the backwoods always seem to be awful and unnatural in their loneliness. If there were only a ruined abbey around there with bats in it, the view would be pertect. Our roof is ramshackle and sheds water nicely in dry weather, but we have to spread milk pans around the floor when it rains. Still, outside the kitchen, there are already anemones and heart’s-ease, and even prettier flowers which my stupidity keeps me from naming for you. I believe I’ve enjoyed myself less these last few weeks than any other female who ever lived. During what little time I have to myself, Finney reads aloud instructions for wives from the Old Testament. But when it comes to the Bible, I have to say that there are a lot of passages he may know word for word, but which haven’t touched his heart. I can’t account for his state of mind except to say that my company must be intensely disagreeable to him. And if that’s the case, I’m sorry for it.2nd letter, from AbigailWhat’s to become of the thousands of our sex, scattered out in the wilderness, and obliged to tax our strengths? I felt as if, at that selfsame hour when our prospects were brightest, that in the dim distance a black shadow approached. And yet still, imagine the happiest of unions for us of the sort in which two families previously at daggers drawn are miraculously brought together on love’s account. It is your face I bear through the night. It is to you I devote a dreaming space before I turn myself to sleep, but there is no sleep. It’s as if within me everything clamors for air, and I think if it’s like this now, what will it be like later? I send you what love and support I can. I send you all my heart’s hopes.Abigail3rd letter, from Tallie Please know that force alone couldn’t have gotten me here to a place like this. I was told I had to act in support of interest,happiness and the reputation of someone I once loved.As far as I can figure,we’re now still only about 85 miles apart. But of course, people like us don’t go on long visits.It’s so hard to write about how much I want to thank you, but I have to start somewhere. Abigail...I want to tell you that being with you, even alone, has been like being a part of the biggest and most spacious community I could ever imagine. I feel closer to you than I would to a sister since everything amazing that I feel, I chose to feel.And do you know what memory it is that I most cherish? It’s of you turning to me with that smile you gave me, once you realized that you were loved.I have no way of knowing what is to come, but I do know that all of the trust, and care, and courage we shared, that will all shine on us, and protect us.You are my city of joy. You are my city of joy.

1856年1月1日，阿比盖尔在日记里写道：“洗土豆的时候，水一碰到土豆表面就冻住了。

没有自尊可言，带着所剩无几的希望，我们开始了新的一年。

”《打开心世界》的故事，即在这样一片阴郁低沉的灰冷色调中展开。

由挪威导演莫娜·法斯特欧德执导的《打开心世界》改编自美国作家吉姆·谢泼德的同名短篇小说，讲述1850年代的纽约上州，农妇阿比盖尔与邻居妻子塔莉之间相伴相爱的故事。

改编过程中，影片极大程度地保留了原作娓娓道来的细腻文学性，以主角阿比盖尔的日记为线索串起山林间的四季变化，用墨水和眼泪，记录一段隐秘而热烈的同性之爱。

“The World to Come”的标题颇具宗教意味。

女儿因白喉去世后，哀痛的阿比盖尔和本就寡言的丈夫戴尔日益疏远。

她不再去教堂，也不再相信应许的身后世界，只能埋首于繁重的劳作中，把所有思绪和情感倾注于笔端，藏进一篇篇日记里。

新邻居芬尼和塔莉夫妇的到来，打破了阿比盖尔家冷漠而微妙的平衡。

一头红发的塔莉为画面添上第一抹暖色，阿比盖尔藏起的天赋和自我，在机敏又生动的塔莉面前无处遁形。

每段爱情故事的开端都需要合理契机，而阿比盖尔与塔莉初遇时的眼神交换，已经迸溅出一星不讲道理又合乎情理的火苗。

面对初次拜访的塔莉，阿比盖尔礼貌周到，但拉近的摄影机暴露了她的目光轨迹，借着一串毫不遮掩的特写在塔莉袖口和脸庞流连。

“她的皮肤泛着淡淡的玫瑰色和紫罗兰色”，阿比盖尔当天在日记里记下的，是我们和她同步完成的秘密观察。

从隆冬到盛夏，季节流转的隐喻贯穿全片，美丽而残酷。

随着白昼渐长，塔莉短暂的午后拜访也被拉长成恋恋不舍的逗留，以丈夫为话题展开的闲谈逐渐被智识与心灵的诗意交流取代。

身为女性的共同经验联结起两个初次体悟喜悦之情的女人，心意相通的证明从语言过渡到身体，最终把手指触碰的暧昧，升温成了水到渠成的吻。

大概所有定情之吻都动人，既有层次丰富的试探，也少不了确定自己被爱的欣喜与释然。

《打开心世界》中的这场吻戏将情感共振后的余波处理得尤其细腻，一吻过后，塔莉出门时失措得走错了方向，而阿比盖尔带着一滴愣神的泪，将蜷曲已久的身躯舒展开来。

这对角色关系的饱满完成度，很大程度上归功于两位主演贴合角色又默契自然的表演。

凡妮莎·柯比演绎的塔莉身上有一种准确的平衡感，真挚勇敢的背后，仍保有一份残酷的清醒；饰演阿比盖尔的凯瑟琳·沃特斯顿则像是整部影片的锚，用沉静的嗓音，将观众缓缓拉进满溢柔情和悲伤的溪水。

两位演员的出色表演，搭配上16mm胶片摄影机的柔美摄影和存在感极强的管乐配乐，一同把阿比盖尔与塔莉的爱情描摹成一幅笔触平缓却暗藏汹涌的古典油画。

框住两人的景框空间虽然狭窄拥挤，但曾缚于方寸之地的心，已经在“惊异与欢喜”中步入广阔新天地。

可惜，这片天地中并不只有她们两人。

卡西·阿弗莱克饰演的戴尔虽然常在出场时逼停背景音乐，却不是脸谱化的反角，不擅表达感情的他身上有一种无力的仁厚，和妻子一同囚于生活的隐形牢笼之中；相较而言，克里斯托弗·阿波特出演的芬尼略显功能化，同时是虚伪教徒和暴戾父权代言人的他，理所当然地将妻子视为任其随意处置的所有物。

这个极具威胁性的危险人物，就像背景里严酷的乌云和暴风雪，早早预告了故事必然的悲剧终局。

与同类型前作相比，《打开心世界》承袭自原著的日记体叙事是最为突出的特点。

这一处理手法有着明显的风险，一方面，引自小说的大量旁白喧宾夺主地削弱了影像本身的情感表现力，另一方面，由阿比盖尔主导的封闭性叙事中数次插入的塔莉视角，也造成了影片叙述视角上的突兀断裂。

但尽管如此，日记体仍是《打开心世界》不得不采用的必要形式，托起了触及女性命运的深刻主题表达。

如阿比盖尔所言，“墨水像火焰”， 在记录与书写中，女性的存在，她们的挣扎、情感和欲望才得以被看见，被留存。

影片中出现了多种记录的形式，其中非常有趣的一种，是标示着逃亡路径的地图册。

电影开头与标题同现的纽约上州地图已经充分说明了地图册这一意象的重要性，而接下来的故事中，地图册充当起了划分各幕的标志物件，既是塔莉送上的贴心礼物，也指引着阿比盖尔踏上寻找爱人的险途，完成一次精神上的出走。

令人印象深刻的第二种记录形式，是“一家之主”们手上有失公允的账簿。

阿比盖尔的母亲曾告诉女儿，虽然她每日不辞辛劳地料理家务，她却只有在买裙子的时候才会出现在丈夫的账簿上，所有对家庭的辛勤付出被简化成一笔笔开销。

集市上，想起母亲的阿比盖尔宣示性地买下一条宝蓝长裙，随后却在归家途中目睹邻人的小女儿葬身火海。

早嫁或早陨的少女，劳苦或悲痛的母亲，几组母女的形象此刻在阿比盖尔面前重叠又轮回。

墨水和烈火都是一种无情的洗涤，让惯于在苦难中沉默的女人们得以显形，哪怕是以一种痛苦代替另一种痛苦。

全片最重要的记录，自然是阿比盖尔的日记。

塔莉曾说，“表达得少并不代表感受就少”，而阿比盖尔的日记恰好证明了这一点。

“我的心是一片树叶，被急速流动的水裹挟着冲过岩石”，在日记里，阿比盖尔用真诚凝练的字句填满了表达与感受之间的中空地带，为画面中她略显克制的表情，添上一笔笔深情的注解。

然而，有些出乎意料的是，如此坦诚的阿比盖尔其实是位有所保留的叙述者。

在片末吝啬的闪回里，当我们在翻飞的日期间匆匆瞥见破碎的情欲片段，才明白阿比盖尔在讲述中刻意隐瞒了多少珍贵的细节。

作为观众，这种在关键时刻被挡在门外的感觉确实让人气恼，但影片在情欲戏处理上的滞后和限制，一定程度上确立了阿比盖尔对于自己故事的绝对阐释权与控制权。

借由多种形式与载体，《打开心世界》展现了文字与记录的多重意义。

一本小小日记敞向无限乾坤，既能赋予记忆和情感以实体，也能开辟一方私密安全的心灵空间。

而在电影最后，经历失去的阿比盖尔又在不断的讲述与书写中，习得了名为“想象”的新工具。

小屋桌前，奋笔疾书的阿比盖尔双手沾满墨迹，在纸上这片自由的心世界里，她将永远拥有与爱人共度的他处生活。

（原文首发于《环球银幕》公众号）

不推荐这部影片，因为导演略显残忍。

僵硬泛青的尸体，撕开了观众的心。

眼见着灵动美丽的爱人被一步步剥夺生命，而观众和女主一样无能为力，这么沉痛的死亡、压抑的愧疚、深深的无力，导演竟全然不给一点释放的空间，明明在爱人骤然离开生死未卜的时候，导演都可以肆意的让女主沉浸在痛哭、哀嚎和歇斯底里中。

而真正死亡揭幕时，导演一步步的制造了一个沉重的拉人入绝望体会的能量团，最后用激情肉体不断闪回，和冰冷尸体的强烈对比，搅拌这团漩涡，一股脑砸进观众内心，然后戛然而止全不理会。

看完以后不可能不堵心，因为这团有意为之的漩涡没得到释放，只能凌迟着观众同为人类最基本的慈心和同情心，这种感受很像一次小小的心理创伤。

很多电影让人印象深刻，它们拨动人类共性的情愫，调动观众的共情，让相似的情感得以宣泄，正是在别人的故事里留下自己的眼泪，或者重新植入新的理念给有同样伤口的人，这是电影治愈的力量。

有些电影全程阴郁的很，作为一种叙事的色调，也无可厚非。

而有些电影，导演特别设计的影像，就是为了精准的你心里割上一小刀，不管故事、内涵、电影语言多么优秀，这种难忘的一幕还是不够善意，显得阴险。

与好电影的相遇，大多数时候是翘首期盼已久。

而这部电影则并不在计划之内，所以被打动之外更多了惊喜。

因为没有看过任何前期宣传或者预告片，对于这部电影没有任何先入为主的期待。

于是就这样没有准备地被拉进了1856年的新年伊始，一个女人的声音沉静地描述着洗完的土豆上立刻结起了薄冰，在近乎毫无期待中开始了新的一年，不知命运将至。

这部电影令我念念不忘，超越了心中所有过往的佳作。

它是爱情又不仅仅只是爱情故事，在短短不到两小时的时间里试图传达出如此复杂的信息。

看完电影后我又相继在YouTube上看完了2020年9月威尼斯电影节的媒体见面会，以及一系列电影上映后的线上采访。

我想试着结合演员们的谈话内容，来简单地探讨自己的感受。

这是一部文学性极强的电影，旁白和台词的遣词造句都如此优美动人，更像是一部戏剧。

依托这些文字将舞台构建在了罗马尼亚森林中离群索居的农场里。

Katherine Waterston说画外音是这个剧本最初就吸引她的部分。

这种形式对把握度要求很高，一方面它能揭示人物内心活动去补充情节进而推动剧情，而又要注意不能去过度展现。

她们一边拍摄一边录画外音，尽最大努力保证每一段画外音都是深深嵌入每一帧画面中。

Abigail和Tallie非常不同。

Abigail像她的画外音，静水深流，包容一切。

不管是Dyer还是Tallie，她都尽己所能去提供自己所能给的。

Abigail和Dyer的矛盾在于无论他们如何努力，间隙也永远存在，无法在精神上相互连接，就像Dyer永远不会给Abigail买她想要（却不实用又不切实际）的地图。

Tallie则是光和热，她的到来为Abigail注入了生命，那些感情和精神上的需求从此不再蜷缩在狭小的空间里小心翼翼地生长。

世界上还有比这更令人激动吗？

像Katherine说的：你在一个人身上感受到了那些之前从未感受过的，而对方也对你怀有同样的感受。

她们初吻的那段戏怎么夸也不为过，那些细节能拿出来永远分析下去。

Tallie一进门就直接坐在主人的椅子上，像极了在宣布自己的主权（其实是因为Vanessa在片场崴到了脚没法长时间站或走动）。

Tallie在试探的最后关头退却，却由Abigail变被动为主动。

Katherine让Abigail成为一个体贴的人，亲吻的时候会弯下身子，到可以直视对方眼睛的高度。

Abigail说Tallie闻起来像小饼干，饼干是什么味道呢？

是香甜温热的黄油、牛奶和糖。

是妻子的味道，是家。

Katherine Waterston绝对是最适合饰演Abigail的演员，没有之一。

显然制作方也这么认为。

她将能将破碎又坚韧演绎得如此绝美。

Katherine在多个访谈中提到，剧本是在她怀孕期间拿到的，她很感谢他们给了她时间等她生完小孩。

她说好的剧本和导演是每一个演员都想要的，而这个剧本是不会给人时间去犹豫的。

她当时读到了第一段画外音，就决定要出演。

那段画外音没有被剪入正片，Katherine采访里多次背诵道：At night I often wonder if those who have been my intimates have found me to be a steep hill whose view does not repay the ascent. （夜里我经常会想，那些与我亲密的人是不是会发现我是一座风光不值得去冒险攀爬的陡峭山峰。

）Katherine想到的是，这个女人在夜里思索的不是“我从生活中得到了什么”，而是“我为别人提供了什么”。

从拿到剧本到开拍大概有两年时间，她说其实对于演员来说这是很难得的机会，能够花这么长的时间去与一个角色共存。

我想，她那时候怀着孕，要准备一个刚经历丧女之痛的角色，这些感情都不是常人能够体会、更不用说去演绎的。

不难看出Katherine是真的喜爱这个故事，不仅经常在采访中引用电影里的台词，她还在采访中提到这是第一部她拍完之后还会经常去重温剧本。

Vanessa Kirby是Katherine心中Tallie的第一人选，她说，我们甚至不知道如果Vanessa拒绝了我们还能去找谁，感谢她接下了这个角色。

制作团队让Tallie以红发的形象出现，我觉得真的非常符合角色，因为红发比金发更耀眼，它像火焰，既可以冬日中的温暖，又能够焚烧一切束缚。

这部电影的另外一个可贵之处在于男配角们都很优秀，尤其是Casey 不愧是Affleck家更好的那个演员！

这里放一个访谈片段，只一小段却足以表明Katherine将什么样的感情倾注在了这个角色中。

Katherine为了准备角色读过Anne Lister的日记（没错，是《绅士杰克》的历史原型人物）。

她还讲起读过一本十九世纪早期两位女性之间的通信集，说，她们把第一次亲密的那个晚上，定为她们的结婚之夜。

Katherine说：她们那时候显然生活在一个不可能让她们真正结婚的世界里，但那个想法在拍摄电影时始终在我的脑海中。

我不断想起那些读过的故事，它们帮助我塑造了角色。

（对Vanessa说）I don’t think I ever told you, but I would like, when I’m feeling like the surge of love in a scene, I would think I marry you, I marry you. This idea that like, I can’t do it, but I can feel it, I can choose it inside. （我觉得我没跟你说过，但我想的是，当我在一段剧情中感受到无法抑制的爱意时，我会想，我和你结婚，我和你结婚。

那种感觉是，我不能那么做，但是我可以那样去感受，我可以在心中那样去选择。

）（视频戳这里）众所周知，化学反应不是能强求的，要么有，要么没有。

Katherine和Vanessa之间的化学反应还用多说吗？

#威尼斯电影节媒体见面会Vanessa: She’s easy to love.Katherine: You too baby.#访谈Katherine：我是个比较old fashioned的人，会经常手写信和明信片。

Vanessa：上周你才给我写了信。

电影所处的十九世纪，女性是男性的附属物，身体还未完全长成就早早被嫁出去，不能接受教育，只是日复一日做一个照料者，唯有在为自己买裙子的时候才会在丈夫的日志中有存在感。

每个时代都有自己的局限性。

所幸的是不管在哪个时代，总有一些人不循规蹈矩，而试图打破这局限性。

于是一步一步地，女性不再是附属，开始接受教育，可以爱人，可以拥有并且实现自己的梦想。

所有今日拥有的这些众多选择，都是在不远的过去中，有女性对着灰色的选项说，不。

就像Abigail说的：I often wonder at the courage and the resourcefulness of those women. Imagine faring forth into a wildness, hoping to build the foundations of a home. （我经常思索那些女性的勇气和智慧。

想象着深入荒原之中，期望建立起一个家。

）最后，说回到The World to Come这个标题，它也许在某种程度上呼应着Abigail在电影末尾部分的日记中所描述的想象中的世界。

在那个世界中，她与Tallie和女儿Nellie一起生活在别处，Nellie会梳着Tallie在灼灼燃烧的红发，在那个世界里她们拥有过自己想要的生活的选择，不需要被困在笼子里歌唱，也不会再被时间、距离和死亡分离。

我也很期待这个将至世界的到来。

Until then.