Rita Hayworth and Shawshank Redemption_Stephen King

I have told you that he had something that most of the other lifers, myself included, seemed to lack. Call it a sense of equanimity, or a feeling of inner peace, maybe even a constant and unwavering faith that someday the long nightmare would end. Whatever you want to call it, Andy Dufresne always seemed to have his act together. There was none of that sullen desperation about him that seems to afflict most lifers after awhile; you could never smell hopelessness on him.
He said it was as if Tommy had produced a key which fit a cage in the back of his mind, a cage like his own cell. Only instead of holding a man, that cage held a tiger, and that tiger’s name was Hope. Williams had produced the key that unlocked the cage and the tiger was out, willy-nilly, to roam his brain.
这段话让人想起“心有猛虎细嗅蔷薇”。不过用意完全不同。猛虎+蔷薇这样极强+极柔的组合意象很容易就充满鲜明的平衡感，使人一见倾心。而Andy Dufresne，无论外表有多沉静，内心永远有这样一只名为希望的猛虎。同样使人一见倾心。you could never smell hopelessness on him，你永远不会在他身上嗅到绝望的气息。
“There are really only two types of men in the world when it comes to bad trouble,” Andy said, cupping a match between his hands and lighting a cigarette. “Suppose there was a house full of rare paintings and sculptures and fine old antiques, Red? And suppose the guy who owned the house heard that there was a monster of a hurricane headed right at it? one of those two kinds of men just hopes for the best. The hurricane will change course, he says to himself. No right-thinking hurricane would ever dare wipe out all these Rembrants, my two Degas horses, my Grant Woods, and my Bentons. Furthermore, God wouldn’t allow it. and if worse comes to worst, they’re insured. That’s one sort of man. The other sort just assumes that hurricane is going to tear right through the middle of his house. If the weather bureau says the hurricane just changed course, this guy assumes it’ll change back in order to put his house on ground-zero again. This second type of guy knows there’s no harm in hoping for the best as long as you’re prepared for the worst.”
Andy对人的分类。一种人只会hope for the best，而另一种人则是prepare for the worst, and then hope for the best. 是，God help those who help themselves. 每当你要放弃，看看这里，自助者，才有资格获得上帝的帮助。如果自己并不尽力而为，临事只会在神像面前下跪，哭泣，又有什么用呢？
“……I just can’t afford to wait that long. I keep thinking about Zihuatanejo and that small hotel. That’s all I want from my life now, Red, and I don’t think that’s too much to want. I didn’t kill Glenn Quentin and I didn’t kill my wife, and that hotel…it’s not too much to want. To swim and get a tan and sleep in a room with open windows and space… that’s not too much to want.”
题外话。只是从这句话看。人常常会说，或者想，that's not too much to want, i just want A, B, C, D, and E. That'll be enough. But that's not the case. We DO want too much. 还记得读《平凡的世界》的时候，开头部分印象很深刻，有种被雷劈了一下的感觉（不是顿悟-_-#）。这些学生在食堂吃的是什么啊，根本不是人吃的啊，可是他们还抢着去吃。看到比自己可怜的人我们常常会产生同情，同情的同时还会有自责和优越感。人之常情。说实话看《平凡的世界》那段时间以及后续的一段时间，我花钱比平时都少了。（但是好景不长。。。）
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I thought about it for a long time. And the biggest drawback in my mind wasn’t even that we were talking pipedreams in a shitty prison exercise yard with armed guards looking down at us from their sentry posts. “I couldn’t do it,” I said. “I couldn’t get along on the outside. I’m what they call an institutional man now. I’m here I’m the man who can get it for you, yeah. But out there, anyone can get it for you. Out there, if you want posters or rock-hammers or one particular record or a boat-in-a-bottle model kit, you can use the fucking Yellow Pages. In here, I’m the fucking Yellow Pages. I wouldn’t know how to begin. Or where.”
“You underestimate yourself,” he said. “You’re a self-educated man, a self-made man. A rather remarkable man, I think.”
“Hell, I don’t even have a high school diploma.”
“I know that,” he said. “But it isn’t just a piece of paper that makes a man. And it isn’t just prison that breaks one, either.”
爱惨了这段对话。看看Andy对文凭的看法。
Dolorously, Tremont’s voice floated back:” Smells like shit. Oh God, that’s what it is, it’s shit, on my God lemme outta here I’m gonna blow my groceries oh shit it’s shit oh my Gowwwwwd—” And then came the unmistakable sound of Rory Tremont losing his last couple of meals.
Well, that was it for me. I couldn’t help myself. The whole day – hell no, the last thirty years – all came up on me at once and I started laughing fit to split, a laugh such as I’d never had since I was a free man, the kind of laugh I never expected to have inside these gray walls. And oh dear God didn’t it feel good!
这段笑惨了。看电影的时候笑了一遍，看书的时候又笑了一遍，刚刚重新打出来的时候又笑了一遍。平日里高高在上颐指气使的狱长走狗丑态毕露，大快人心。和Red一起笑吧笑得真痛快。《肖申克的救赎》是本好书，好到无可挑剔，电影也好，但是人物有些非黑即白。不过这并无所谓，如此才能烘托出Andy的精神可贵。
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Well, friends and neighbors, I was the one who went. Straight down to solitary, and there I stayed for fifteen days. A long shot. But every now and then I’d think about poor old not-too-bright Rory Tremont bellowing oh shit it’s shit, and then I’d think about Andy Dufresne heading south in his own car, dressed in a nice suit, and I’d just have to laugh. I did that fifteen days in solitary practically standing on my head. Maybe because half of me was with Andy Dufresne, Andy Dufresne who had waded in shit and came out clean on the other side, Andy Dufresne, headed for the Pacific.
反复他的名字，反复反复再反复。读起来非常有味道。好像镶了金边儿似的，这名字带有神秘感，崇敬感，和亲密感。waded in shit and came out clean。凤凰涅槃，浴火重生。广阔的太平洋蓝得透明，没有记忆。
It stirred up more memories than I ever would have believed. Writing about yourself seems to be a lot like sticking a branch into clear river-water and roiling up the muddy bottom.
写自己，如同树枝插入河水底部，记忆泛起，如同浑浊的泥浆。
Well, you weren’t writing about yourself, I hear someone in the peanut-gallery saying. You were writing about Andy Dufresne. You’re nothing but a minor character in your own story. But you know, that’s just not so. It’s all about me, every damned word of it. Andy was the part of me that could never lock up, the part of me that will rejoice when the gates finally open for me and I walk out in my cheap suit with my twenty dollars of mad-money in my pocket. That part of me will rejoice no matter how old and broken and scared the rest of me is. I guess it’s just that Andy had more of that part than me, and used it better.
伟大的人总能让身边的人“沾光”。他们成为了你身上的一部分。
There are others here like me, others who remember Andy. We’re glad he’s gone, but a little sad, too. Some birds are not meant to be caged, that’s all. Their feathers are too bright, their songs too sweet and wild. So you let them go, or when you open the cage to feed them they somehow fly out past you. And the part of you that knows it was wrong to imprison them in the first place rejoices, but still, the place ehre you live is that much more drab and empty for their departure.
不多说了，名句。
……Remember that hope is a good thing, Red, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies. I will be hoping that this letter finds you, and finds you well.
Your friend,
Peter Stevens
署名特喜欢。Peter Stevens。脱胎换骨，重新为人。
Wondering what I should do.
But there’s really no question it always comes down to just two choices. Get busy living or get busy dying.
你会不会有这样的时刻。手里握着行李，内心却空荡荡。和很多文艺小清新的淘宝店拍的照片一样：p 你不知道要去哪里，不知道要做什么。Red说，一共只有两种选择，要么忙着生，要么忙着死。
                
                
I hope Andy is down there.
I hope I can make it across the border.
I hope to see my friend and shake his hand.
I hope the Pacific is as blue as it has been in my dreams.
I hope.
任何人，任何处境，任何时候，你都有权希望。
再绝望，都不要忘记希望。
希望，然后尽力而为。