维克多?雨果致阿黛勒?福契（2）（2/2）
《世界上最动人的书信》作者：（美）海明威 2017-04-13 16:08
ire. Because I am ready to sacrifice all for her, does she owe me gratitude? Is it her fault that I love her? Must she, on that account, believe herself constrained to love me? No! She may sport with my devotions, repay my services with hate, and repulse my idolatry with scorn, without my having for a moment the right to complain of that angel, nor ought I to cease for an instant to lavish upon her all that which she would disdain. And should every one of my days have been marked by some sacrifice for her, I should still, at the day of my death have discharged nothing of the infinite debt that my existence owes to her.
Such, my beloved Adele, were the thoughts and resolutions of my mind at this time yesterday. Today they are still the same. Only there is mingled with them the certainty of happiness—such great happiness that I cannot think of it without trembling, and scarcely dare to believe in it.
Then it is true that you love me, Adele? Tell me, can I trust in this enchanting idea? Don't you think that I shall end by becoming insane with joy if ever I can pass the whole of my life at your feet, sure of making you as happy as I shall be myself, sure of being adored by you as you are adored by me? Oh! Your letter has restored peace to me with happiness. A thousand thanks, Adele, my well beloved angel. Would that I could prostrate myself before you as before a divinity. How happy you make me! Adieu, adieu, I shall pass a very happy night dre***ng of you.
Sleep well, and allow your husband to take the twelve kisses which you promised him besides all those yet unpromises.
Yours affectionately,
V.H.
Such, my beloved Adele, were the thoughts and resolutions of my mind at this time yesterday. Today they are still the same. Only there is mingled with them the certainty of happiness—such great happiness that I cannot think of it without trembling, and scarcely dare to believe in it.
Then it is true that you love me, Adele? Tell me, can I trust in this enchanting idea? Don't you think that I shall end by becoming insane with joy if ever I can pass the whole of my life at your feet, sure of making you as happy as I shall be myself, sure of being adored by you as you are adored by me? Oh! Your letter has restored peace to me with happiness. A thousand thanks, Adele, my well beloved angel. Would that I could prostrate myself before you as before a divinity. How happy you make me! Adieu, adieu, I shall pass a very happy night dre***ng of you.
Sleep well, and allow your husband to take the twelve kisses which you promised him besides all those yet unpromises.
Yours affectionately,
V.H.