2018年12月17日 月曜日 曇り時々雨〜雪
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‘Why shouldn’t you?’
Philip hesitated for an instant.
‘I suppose I like the life.’
A change came over Cronshaw’s placid, round face. The corners of the mouth were suddenly depressed, the eyes sunk dully in their orbits; he seemed to become strangely bowed and old.
‘This?’ he cried, looking round the cafe in which they sat. His voice really trembled a little.
‘If you can get out of it, do while there’s time.’
Philip stared at him with astonishment, but the sight of emotion always made him feel shy, and he dropped his eyes. He knew that he was looking upon the tragedy of failure. There was silence. Philip thought that Cronshaw was looking upon his own life; and perhaps he considered his youth with its bright hopes and the disappointments which wore out the radiancy; the wretched monotony of pleasure, and the black future. Philip’s eyes rested on the little pile of saucers, and he knew that Cronshaw’s (eyes) were on them too. (Maugham, Of Human Bondage, Ch. 50; 私の今読んでいるペンギンブックスではp245より引用)
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補註： 最後のパラグラフ（地の文）にフィリップ（Phと略）とクロンショー（Crと略）が交錯して出てくるので、カッコ付きで補ってみると、以下のようになると思う。
Philip stared at him (=Cr) with astonishment, but the sight of emotion (especially the Cr’s emotional reaction of this moment, namely, the above-mentioned change of Cr) always made him (=Ph) feel shy, and he (=Ph) dropped his (=Ph) eyes. He (=Ph) knew that he (=Ph) was looking upon the tragedy of failure (=~Cr’s life). There was silence. Philip thought that Cronshaw was looking upon his (=Cr) own life; and perhaps he (=Cr) considered his (=Cr) youth with its bright hopes and the disappointments which wore out the radiancy; the wretched monotony of pleasure, and the black future. Philip’s eyes rested on the little pile of saucers, and he (=Ph) knew that Cronshaw’s (eyes) were on them too. (Maugham, Of Human Bondage, Ch. 50)
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