花了半个钟头听写了love virtually里最让我感动的一封信
5th April 2011 5:43 AM
Subject: Emma
Dear Mr Leike,
I find it hard to write to you this message. I admit I am embarrassed more so with every line.
My name is Bernhard Rothner. Mr Leike, I have a huge favor to ask of you. I will then try to explain my motives.
Mr Leike, MEET MY WIFE. Please do it, and bring this nightmare to an end. At the moment you are not palpable, Mr Leike, you are just her fantasy, you are fashion out of words. Only when my wife can see you as she sees me as someone imperfect, only then could I compete with you on an equal footing.
Allow me to fill in some blanks for you, when we met, Emma was 23, and I was her piano teacher at the academy of music, 14 years her senior, happily married, with two kids. A car accident destroyed our family and my wife Joanna died. And then, out of the blue, there was Emma, this sparkling,sassy, gorgeous young woman.The children ran straight to her and I fell head over heels in love with her. Two years later we got married.That was eight years ago, which makes her 34 years old now, by the way.
Every day that passed I waited in fear for a younger man to appear, and Emma would say, Bernard, I've fallen in love with somebody else. But a far worse nightmare has come to pass, you, Mr Leike. Ever since you arrived, as it were, Emma has been transformed. She's distanced from me. She sits in her room for hours, staring at the computer screen. And when there is a smile on her face, it's no longer for me. Do you know how much that hurts? So for my sins, I snooped around in Emma's room. Eventually in a secret drawer, I found a folder containing her entire correspondence with a certain Leo Leike, printed out, nice and crisp,pages and pages of it.
In a fit of self-destruction, I read through all the emails last night. Let me tell you, since the death of my first wife, I have experienced no greater torture. And now I come to the nadir of my self-humiliation. Please, Mr Leike, meet her, spent a night with her, i won't think of it as infidelity. Sleep with her. Once. Let that be the culmination, the crescendo of the passion you built up. Then put a stop to it. Release her. Let our family continue to live.
Just one final request, Mr Leike, don't betray my confidence. I've gone behind emma's back and I could never look at her in the eye again if she knew. She would hate herself and me in equal measure. And now I am going to send the most excruciating letter I've ever written.
Yours sincerely
Bernhard Rothner
Subject: Emma
Dear Mr Leike,
I find it hard to write to you this message. I admit I am embarrassed more so with every line.
My name is Bernhard Rothner. Mr Leike, I have a huge favor to ask of you. I will then try to explain my motives.
Mr Leike, MEET MY WIFE. Please do it, and bring this nightmare to an end. At the moment you are not palpable, Mr Leike, you are just her fantasy, you are fashion out of words. Only when my wife can see you as she sees me as someone imperfect, only then could I compete with you on an equal footing.
Allow me to fill in some blanks for you, when we met, Emma was 23, and I was her piano teacher at the academy of music, 14 years her senior, happily married, with two kids. A car accident destroyed our family and my wife Joanna died. And then, out of the blue, there was Emma, this sparkling,sassy, gorgeous young woman.The children ran straight to her and I fell head over heels in love with her. Two years later we got married.That was eight years ago, which makes her 34 years old now, by the way.
Every day that passed I waited in fear for a younger man to appear, and Emma would say, Bernard, I've fallen in love with somebody else. But a far worse nightmare has come to pass, you, Mr Leike. Ever since you arrived, as it were, Emma has been transformed. She's distanced from me. She sits in her room for hours, staring at the computer screen. And when there is a smile on her face, it's no longer for me. Do you know how much that hurts? So for my sins, I snooped around in Emma's room. Eventually in a secret drawer, I found a folder containing her entire correspondence with a certain Leo Leike, printed out, nice and crisp,pages and pages of it.
In a fit of self-destruction, I read through all the emails last night. Let me tell you, since the death of my first wife, I have experienced no greater torture. And now I come to the nadir of my self-humiliation. Please, Mr Leike, meet her, spent a night with her, i won't think of it as infidelity. Sleep with her. Once. Let that be the culmination, the crescendo of the passion you built up. Then put a stop to it. Release her. Let our family continue to live.
Just one final request, Mr Leike, don't betray my confidence. I've gone behind emma's back and I could never look at her in the eye again if she knew. She would hate herself and me in equal measure. And now I am going to send the most excruciating letter I've ever written.
Yours sincerely
Bernhard Rothner
