【时间旅行者的妻子】25

The great elephants loom 1 menacingly over me in the moonlight and I wave to them on my way to the little gift shop to the right of the main entrance. I circle the wares 2 and find a few promising 3 items: an ornamental 4 letter opener, a metal bookmark with the Field’s insignia, and two T-shirts that feature dinosaurs 6. The locks on the cases are a joke; I pop them with a bobby pin I find next to the cash register, and help myself. Okay. Back up the stairs, to the third floor. This is the Field’s “attic,” where the labs are; the staff have their offices up here. I scan the names on the doors, but none of them suggests anything to me; finally I select at random 7 and slide my bookmark along the lock until the catch pushes back and I’m in.
　The occupant of this office is one V. M. Williamson, and he’s a very untidy guy. The room is dense 8 with papers, and coffee cups and cigarettes overflow 9 from ashtrays 10; there’s a partially 11 articulated snake skeleton on his desk. I quickly case the joint 12 for clothes and come up with nothing. The next office belongs to a woman, J. F. Bettley. On the third try I get lucky. D. W. Fitch has an entire suit hung neatly 13 on his coat rack, and it pretty much fits me, though it’s a bit short in the arms and legs and wide in the lapels. I wear one of the dinosaur 5 T-shirts under the jacket. No shoes, but I’m decent. D. W. also keeps an unopened package of Oreo cookies in his desk, bless him. I appropriate them and leave, closing the door carefully behind me.
　Where was I, when I saw me? I close my eyes and fatigue 14 takes me bodily, caressing 15 me with her sleepy fingers. I am almost out on my feet, but I catch myself and it comes to me: a man in silhouette 16 walking toward me backlit by the museum’s front doors. I need to get back to the Great Hall.
　When I get there all is quiet and still. I walk across the middle of the floor, trying to replicate 17 the view of the doors, and then I seat myself near the coat room, so as to enter stage left. I can hear blood rushing in my head, the air conditioning system humming, cars whooshing 18 by on Lake Shore Drive. I eat ten Oreos, slowly, gently prying 19 each one apart, scraping the filling out with my front teeth, nibbling 20 the chocolate halves to make them last. I have no idea what time it is, or how long I have to wait.
 

一九八八年一月二日星期六早晨4∶03/   
      　　一九六八年六月十六日星期日，   
      　　晚10∶46（亨利二十四岁，同时也是五岁）   
      　　亨利：那是个一月的早晨，四点零三分，我刚到家，天气异常寒冷。我出去跳了一夜的舞，虽然喝得只有半醉，却已筋疲力尽。在明亮的走道里找房门钥匙时，突然一阵晕眩和恶心，我不由膝盖着地，陷入一片黑暗之中，在砖铺的地面上呕吐起来。我抬头，看见一个由红色亮光打成的"出口"标志，逐渐我的眼睛适应了黑暗。我看到了老虎，看到手持长矛的穴居男人，穿着简陋的遮羞兽皮的女人，还有长得像狼一样的狗。我的心一阵狂跳，大脑已被酒精麻痹了，很长一段时间里想的都是：见鬼，竟然回到石器时代了。然后我才意识到，只有在二十世纪才会有出口标志的红灯。我爬起来，抖了抖身子，往门的方向迈进。赤裸双脚下的地砖冰凉至极，令我汗毛倒竖，一身的鸡皮疙瘩。四周死寂，空气里充斥着空调房里特有的阴湿。我到了入口处，前面是另一个展室，中间立满了玻璃橱柜，远处淡白的街灯从高大的窗户里透进来，照亮了我眼前千千万万只甲壳虫。感谢上帝啊，我这是在斐尔特自然博物馆里。我静静地站着，深深地呼吸，想要让头脑清醒些。我那被束缚的脑袋突然冒出一段模糊的记忆，我努力地想……我的确是要来做点什么的。对了，是我五岁的生日……有人刚来过这里，而我就要成为那个人了。我需要衣服，是的，急需一套衣服。 
    
      第16节：一切的第一次(3)         
      　　感谢我回到的是一个还没有诞生电影的年代，我飞奔出甲壳虫馆，来到二楼中轴的过道厅，沿着西侧的楼梯冲到底层。月光下，一头头巨象隐隐约约，仿佛正向我迎头袭来，我一边往大门右边的礼品店走去，一面回头向它们挥手致意。我围着那些礼品转了一圈，发现一些好东西：一把装饰用的裁纸刀、印有博物馆徽标的金属书签、两件恐龙图案的T恤。陈列柜的锁是骗小孩的，我随手在账台边找到一枚发夹，轻轻一撬，尽情挑选我中意的东西。一切顺利。再回到三楼，这是博物馆的"阁楼"，研究室、工作人员的办公室也都在那儿。我扫视了各个门上的姓名，没有任何启示。最后，我随便挑了一间，把金属书签插进门缝，上下左右，直到弹簧门锁舌被打开，我终于进去了。 
        
      　　这间办公室的主人叫V.M.威廉逊，是个邋遢的家伙，房间里堆满了报纸，咖啡杯摆得到处都是，烟灰缸里的烟蒂都快漫了出来，桌子上还有一架异常精致的蛇骨标本。我迅速地翻箱倒柜，企图找到些衣服，却一无所获。另一间是位女士的办公室，J.F.贝特里。第三次尝试，运气终于来了。D.W.费奇先生的办公室衣架上，挂着他全套整洁的西装，除了袖子裤脚稍短、翻领稍宽之外，他的尺码和我的基本一样。西装外套里，我穿了一件恐龙T恤，即使没有鞋子，我看上去还是挺体面的。D.W.先生的写字台上有包未开封的奥里奥饼干，上帝会祝福他的。征用了他的零食，我离开屋子，随手轻轻带上了门。 
        
      　　我在哪里？我会在什么时候遇见我呢？我闭上眼睛，听任倦意占据我的身体，它用催眠般的手指抚摸我，在我就要倒下去的时候，我刹那间都回忆起来了：映衬博物馆大门的光影，曾有个男人的侧面朝自己移来。是的，我必须回到大厅里去。 
        
      　　一切都是平静宁谧的，我穿过大厅正中，想要再看看那扇门里的一切。接着，我在衣帽间附近坐了下来，准备一会从左侧口上展厅的主台。我听见大脑里的血液突突上涌的声音，空调"嗡嗡"地低鸣，一辆辆汽车在湖滨大道上飞速驶过。我吃了十块奥里奥，慢慢地、轻巧地挑开上下两层巧克力饼干，用门牙刮掉里面的奶油夹心，再细细咀嚼，让好滋味尽可能长久地停留在嘴里。我不知道确切的时间，也不知道还要等多久