Love

Author: Marguerite Duras (France)/Country: Mainland China
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Publish Date: 2006-05-01
Features: The man he had been watching walked past. His footsteps gradually faded away. He could see him heading toward a levee, which was far from the woman. The man walking on the beach was also moving away from her. On the other side of the levee, another city, distant and unreachable, another city, the blue city, began to be illuminated by the light of electric lamps. Then other cities, more and more other cities: all the same cities. He reached the spot where the levee was. He did not cross it. He stopped. Then he also sat down. He sat on the sand, facing the sea. He no longer looked at anything—the beach, the sea, the man walking, the woman with her eyes closed. For a while, no one was looking, no one was being watched: no one, whether the mad prisoner walking along the seashore or the woman with her eyes closed or the man sitting down. For a while, no one heard anything, no one was listening. Then, a shout: The man who had been watching also closed his eyes. An external force enveloped him, pulled him up, and dragged his face toward the sky. His expression became distorted, and he shouted. A shout. Someone shouted toward the levee. The shout was deafening, earth-shattering. It tore through the deep, slowly descending light. It kept hitting the footsteps of the man walking. He did not stop, he did not slow down. But she, she gently raised her arm, covering her eyes with a childlike movement. She maintained this posture for a few seconds. He, the prisoner, saw this action: He turned his head toward the woman. P5-6