一封旧情书 5/23/2013 18:09
现代通讯方式使我们简化了许多事情,想说什么可以随时打个电话,发个短信,记不得上次是多久以前给别人写过什么,发自肺腑的语言。这样下来不知是否有些话就要永远留在自己心里,没机会表达了。

今天偶然读到一份1942年的情书节选,很有感慨,值得记录下来:

Once I said,"If you ever need me Jack, call me." It sill holds good. It wasn't said in a flippant mood. It was really written with heartblood if that doesn't sound too drastic and repulsive. So it stands. If ever I can ease you a pain, physical or mental, come to me, or I will go to you. It won't be a matter of petty pride. It won't be,"I can't go to you, but if you come to me, it is all right." Price is fine. Too much spoils one's own and other's lives. Please don't ever let pride ruin a friendship which started, which I hope wasn't ruined becaused you had me too easily. If you feel anything beautiful in your life--I am not talking about me--then don't hesitate to say so, don't hesitate to make the little bird sing. It costs so little; a word, a smile, a slight touch of hand...

My dearest the very best to you including my love.


写信的人是JFK24岁时爱上的,据记载是他第一个爱上的女人,丹麦记者Inga Arvad. 我在她的信中读出了她自信和独立的性格。
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