《福尔摩斯探案集·红发会》第25节
My friend was an enthusiastic musician, being himself not only a very capable performer but a composer of no ordinary merit. All the afternoon he sat in the stalls wrapped in the most perfect happiness, gently waving his long, thin fingers in time to the music, while his gently smiling face and his languid, dreamy eyes were as unlike those of Holmes the sleuth-hound, Holmes the relentless, keen-witted, ready-handed criminal agent, as it was possible to conceive. In his singular character the dual nature alternately asserted itself, and his extreme exactness and astuteness represented, as I have often thought, the reaction against the poetic and contemplative mood which occasionally predominated in him. The swing of his nature took him from extreme languor to devouring energy; and, as I knew well, he was never so truly formidable as when, for days on end, he had been lounging in his armchair amid his improvisations and his black-letter editions. Then it was that the lust of the chase would suddenly come upon him, and that his brilliant reasoning power would rise to the level of intuition, until those who were unacquainted with his methods would look askance at him as on a man whose knowledge was not that of other mortals. When I saw him that afternoon so enwrapped in the music at St. James’s Hall I felt that an evil time might be coming upon those whom he had set himself to hunt down. “You want to go home, no doubt, Doctor,” he remarked as we emerged.
注释摘要
这一节表面上写的是音乐，实际上写的却是风暴来临前那种近乎甜美的宁静。华生带我们坐进圣詹姆斯音乐厅的观众席，看福尔摩斯整整一个下午完全融化在音乐里——细长的手指随着节拍轻轻挥动，微笑的面孔，慵困而迷离的眼神。华生特意拿这副模样与追捕罪犯时的福尔摩斯做对比：那个嗅觉如猎犬、冷酷、锐利、随时准备出手的犯罪克星，此刻竟然消失得无影无踪。在华生眼中，这不是同一个人，…