【福利】给萝卜及其他

陶北

　　To NORA
　　Dublin 2 December 1909
　　
　　My love for you allows me to pray to the spirit of eternal beauty and tenderness mirrored in your eyes or fling you down under me on that softy belly of yours and fuck you up behind, like a hog riding a sow（汗……猛……後面還有更強悍的！）, glorying in the very stink and sweat that rises from your arse, glorying in the open shape of your upturned dress and white girlish drawers and in the confusion of your flushed cheeks and tangled hair. It allows me to burst into tears of pity and love at some slight word, to tremble with love for you at the sounding of some chord or cadence of music or to lie heads and tails with you feeling your fingers fondling and tickling my ballocks or stuck up in me behind and your hot lips sucking off my cock while my head is wedged in between your fat thighs, my hands clutching the round cushions of your bum and my tongue licking ravenously up your rank red cunt. I have taught you almost to swoon at the hearing of my voice singing or murmuring to your soul the passion and sorrow and mystery of life and at the same time have taught you to make filthy signs to me with your lips and tongue, to provoke me by obscene touches and noises, and even to do in my presence the most shameful and filthy act of the body. You remember the day you pulled up your clothes and let me lie under you looking up at you while you did it? Then you were ashamed even to meet my eyes.
　　
　　You are mine, darling, mine! I love you. All I have written above is only a moment or two of brutal madness. The last drop of seed has hardly been squirted up your cunt before it is over and my true love for you, the love of my verses, the love of my eyes for your strange luring eyes, comes blowing over my soul like a wind of spices. My prick is still hot and stiff and quivering from the last brutal drive it has given you when a faint hymn is heard rising in tender pitiful worship of you from the dim cloisters of my heart.
　　
　　Nora, my faithful darling, my seet-eyed blackguard schoolgirl, be my whore, my mistress, as much as you like (my little frigging mistress! My little fucking whore!) you are always my beautiful wild flower of the hedges, my dark-blue rain-drenched flower.
　　
　　To NORA
　　 Dublin 3 December 1909
　　
　　you seem to turn me into a beast. It was you yourself, you naughty shameless girl who first led the way. It was not I who first touched you long ago down at Ringsend. It was you who slid your hand down down inside my trousers and pulled my shirt softly aside and touched my prick with your long tickling fingers and gradually took it all, fat and stiff as it was, into your hand and frigged me slowly until I came off through your fingers, all the time bending over me and gazing at me out of your quiet saintlike eyes. It was your lips too which first uttered an obscene word. I remember well that night in bed in Pola.
　　
　　Tired of lying under a man one night you tore off your chemise violently and got on top of me to ride me naked. You stuck my prick into your cunt and began to ride me up and down. Perhaps the horn I had was not big enough for you for I remember that you bent down to me face and murmured tenderly "Fuck up, love! Fuck up, love!"
　　
　　Nora dear, I am dying all day to ask you one or two questions. Let me, dear, for I have told you everything I ever did and so I can ask you in turn. When that person (Vincent Cosgrave) whose heart I long to stop with the click of a revolver put his hand or hands under your skirts did he only tickle you outside or did he put his finger or fingers up into you? If he did, did they go up far enough to touch that little cock at the end of your cunt? Did he touch you behind? Was he a long time tickling you and did you come? Did he ask you to touch him and did you do so? If you did not touch him did he come against you and did you feel it?
　　
　　Another question, Nora. I know that I was the first man that blocked you but did any man ever frig you? Did that boy (Michael Bodkin) you were fond of ever do it? Tell me now, Nora, truth for truth, honesty for honesty. When you were with him in the dark at night did your fingers never, never unbutton his trousers and slip inside like mice? Did you ever frig him, dear, tell me truly or anyone else? Did you never, never, never feel a man's or a boy's prick in your fingers until you unbuttoned me? If you are not offended do not be afraid to tell me the truth. Darling, darling, tonight I have such a wild lust for your body that if you were here beside me and even if you told me with your lips that half the redheaded louts in the county Galway had had a fuck at you before me I would still rush at you with desire.
　　
　　To NORA
　　Dublin 6 December 1909
　　
　　
　　I would like you to wear drawers with three or four frills one over the other at the knees and up the thighs and great crimson bows in them（你看，這個“要求”多精確……行家，里手？）, I mean not schoolgirls' drawers with a thin shabby lace border, thigh round the legs and so thin that the flesh shows with a full loose bottom and wide legs, all frills and lace and ribbons, and heavy with perfume so that whenever you show them, whether in pulling up your clothes hastily to do something or cuddling yourself up prettily to be blocked, I can see only a swelling mass of white stuff and frills and so that when I bend down over you to open them and give you a burning lustful kiss on your naughty bare bum I can smell the perfume of your drawers as well as the warm odour of your cunt and the heavy smell of your behind.
　　
　　Have I shocked you by the dirty things I wrote to you? （還有這心裡覺悟啊，Nora也不是省油的燈，可惜……原文沒有收錄Nora的重口味回信……半斤八兩，據維基百科和英國《衛報》的報導，看後面就知道……）You think perhaps that my love is a filthy thing. It is, darling, at some moments. I dream of you in filthy poses sometimes. I imagine things so very dirty that I will not write them until I see how you write yourself. The smallest things give me a great cockstand - a whorish movement of your mouth, a little brown stain on the seat of your white drawers, a sudden dirty word spluttered out by your wet lips, a sudden immodest noise made by you behind and then a bad smell slowly curling up out of your backside. At such moments I feel mad to do it in some filthy way, to feel your hot lecherous lips sucking away at me, to fuck between your two rosy-tipped bubbies, to come on your face and squirt it over your hot cheeks and eyes, to stick it between the cheeks of your rump and bugger you.
　　
　　Basta per stasera!
　　
　　I hope you got my telegram and understood it.
　　
　　Goodbye, my darling whom I am trying to degrade and deprave. How on God's earth can you possibly love a thing like me?
　　
　　O, I am anxious to get your reply, darling!
　　
　　
　　To NORA
　　
　　Dublin 8 December 1909
　　
　　
　　My sweet little whorish Nora I did as you told me, you dirty little girl, and pulled myself off twice when I read your letter（Nora夠威武吧，單單看她的回信，我們的Joyce先生就“門特”了兩次……）. I am delighted to see that you do like being fucked arseways. Yes, now I can remember that night when I fucked you for so long backwards. It was the dirtiest fucking I ever gave you, darling. My prick was stuck in you for hours, fucking in and out under your upturned rump. I felt your fat sweaty buttocks under my belly and saw your flushed face and mad eyes. At every fuck I gave you your shameless tongue came bursting out through your lips and if a gave you a bigger stronger fuck than usual, fat dirty farts came spluttering out of your backside. You had an arse full of farts that night, darling, and I fucked them out of you, big fat fellows, long windy ones, quick little merry cracks and a lot of tiny little naughty farties ending in a long gush from your hole. It is wonderful to fuck a farting woman when every fuck drives one out of her. I think I would know Nora's fart anywhere. I think I could pick hers out in a roomful of farting women. It is a rather girlish noise not like the wet windy fart which I imagine fat wives have. It is sudden and dry and dirty like what a bold girl would let off in fun in a school dormitory at night. I hope Nora will let off no end of her farts in my face so that I may know their smell also.
　　
　　You say when I go back you will suck me off and you want me to lick your cunt, you little depraved blackguard. I hope you will surprise me some time when I am asleep dressed, steal over to me with a whore's glow in your slumberous eyes, gently undo button after button in the fly of my trousers and gently take out your lover's fat mickey, lap it up in your moist mouth and suck away at it till it gets fatter and stiffer and comes off in your mouth. Sometimes too I shall surprise you asleep, lift up your skirts and open your drawers gently, then lie down gently by you and begin to lick lazily round your bush. You will begin to stir uneasily then I will lick the lips of my darling's cunt. You will begin to groan and grunt and sigh and fart with lust in your sleep. Then I will lick up faster and faster like a ravenous dog until your cunt is a mass of slime and your body wriggling wildly.
　　
　　Goodnight, my little farting Nora, my dirty little fuckbird! There is one lovely word, darling, you have underlined to make me pull myself off better. Write me more about that and yourself, sweetly, dirtier, dirtier.

苏湖

镇州大萝卜 发表于 2013-3-21 08:20
“我想走到哪我都认得出诺拉的屁。我想我能在满屋的放屁女人中挑出她放的。”——这句算是我见过的最深情的 ...

这两口子在一起得有多自在。

陶北

好奇诺拉的情书都写些什么。据说是没标点符号的。

镇州大萝卜

“我想走到哪我都认得出诺拉的屁。我想我能在满屋的放屁女人中挑出她放的。”——这句算是我见过的最深情的表白了。
这句把叶芝那句：只有一个人爱你那朝圣者的灵魂，爱你衰老了的脸上痛苦的皱纹。都给比下去了。

也也夕

好看。还有吗？

镇州大萝卜

致诺拉
     都柏林 1909年12月8日

　　 我甜蜜的小妓女诺拉，我按你说的做了，你这个小脏姑娘，看你的信时我独自到达了两次。我很开心你喜欢后入式。是啊，到现在我都能记起在你背后干了你很久的那晚。那是我干得最下流的一次，亲爱的。好几个小时我把尖刺插入你身体，在你撅起的屁股下进进出出。我感到你又肥又甜的屁股在我肚子下面，看到你涨红的脸和癫狂的眼睛。每次我干你时你那不害臊的舌头都会从双唇间突然伸出，要是我比平时干得猛，你后面就会放又大又脏的屁。那晚你有一个被屁充满的屁股，亲爱的，我把它们全干出来了，大胖子一样的，刮风般细长的，迅捷欢快地轻裂似的，还有很多小小的淘气的屁从你后窍喷涌出时就终结了。每次都能弄出一个屁来时，干一个爱放屁的女人是件妙事。我想走到哪我都认得出诺拉的屁。我想我能在满屋的放屁女人中挑出她放的。那真是女孩子的屁，不象我想象中那些肥胖老婆们带潮汽的风一样的屁。它突如其来干脆利索，脏得象深夜在学校宿舍逗乐的莽撞姑娘放的。我希望诺拉无休止在我脸上放屁，那样没准我还能从气味上认得它们。
　　
你说我回来时你吸吮我，你想我舔你的阴道，你这个堕落的小坏蛋。有时我想你在我穿着睡衣时突袭我，催眠的眼睛里闪着妓女的辉光偷袭我，温柔地一个个解开我裤子前裆上的纽扣，温柔地掏出你爱人的胖老鼠，用你湿润的嘴舔它，把它吸吮得越来越大越来越硬直到在你口中到达。有时我也想在你睡着时突袭你，轻轻掀起你的裙子拉开你的内裤，轻轻地躺在你身边开始懒散地舔噬密林之地。你开始心神不宁地醒来时我要舔我爱人的阴唇。带着睡梦中的欲望你开始呻吟、咕哝、叹息、放屁。我要象只饿狗一样越来越快地舔你的阴道，直到它们变成黏软的一团，直到你的身体狂野地扭动。
　
晚安，我的放屁的小诺拉，我的小脏鸟！你的信里有一个可爱的词，亲爱的，你在它下面画了线弄得我独自到达了更高点。给我写更多有关你自己和那个的信来，甜蜜的，坏东西，坏东西！　　

张也张

我靠，真好看。写作的人应该比一般人更疯狂地渴求这种关系，这样的爱情能恰如其分地把人还原成人，起码让人明白自己应该是什么样儿，不完全是动物，也不完全屈从于文化，并且动物的一面要远远大于文化的一面，这样看好多“正常”的伴侣简直就是两个人生的残废。

卫康

我看到我女儿学校的那个苹果脸葡萄牙之后，又很赞同你说的把乱编书的人派去干别的。

你说的这些是什么意思，我什么时候说过这样的话？？

猪皮

翻译的很好。
一层应该把它弄到草榴去，提升提升他们的水平。

镇州大萝卜

呃，其实我的措辞偏含蓄了，这应该叫乌鸦嘴同学来译，会更干脆。