英美文化欣赏[导读]《公正》是英国作家蒂姆·维卡里的代表作之一。下面的文章节选自小说《公正》第三章，让我们一起分享是否“Lookinggood，feelinggood”。IMadeHimHappyAlanColelayinhisbed，listeningtoabirdsinginginthehospitalgarden.Itwasnearlydarkoutsidenow，andveryquiet.Helikedtolielikethis，remembering.HerememberedthewayAnnahadkissedhim，andlookedintohiseyes.Herememberedherredbrownhair，herblueeyes，thesoft，drytouchofherlips，herdeep，happylaugh.Onthenightbeforethebombing，heandAnnahadbeenoutforamealinarestaurant.Thentheyhadgonetothemews(马厩)tolookatthehorses.Theguardsknewshewashisgirlfriend，sotheydidn'tthinkitwasunusual.Oneofthehorses，Sandman，hadhurthislegthatmorning，Alanremembered.Intheeveningtheleghadbeenhot，sohehadputiceonit.LuckySandman，Alanthought—hecouldn'tpullthecoach(马车)nextday，sohewasstillalivenow.HewasstillthinkingaboutAnnawhenhedrovetheQueen'scoachtoParliament，withthesixfinehorsesinfrontofhim.Foramomenthethoughthesawherinthecrowd，watching...Alandidn'twanttothinkaboutwhathadhappenednext.Hestaredintothedarknessoutsidethehospitalwindowandthought：whyhasn'tshecometoseeme?Outside，nighthadfallen，andthebirdshadstoppedsinging.AlanColelayquietlyonhisbed，thetearsrunningslowlydownhisface.Janesatonthechairinherflatandlistenedtothemanandthewomanarguinginherkitchen.Shecouldhear，butshecouldn'tspeakorsee，becausethemanhadputabagoverherhead.Herarmsandlegswerestilltiedtothechair，andherfaceachedwherethemanhadhither.Shetriedtogetherhandsfree.Shepulledashardasshecould，buttheropejustburnedherwrists.Allshecoulddowaslisteningtothevoicesinthekitchen.“Wemustphonehimnow，Kev.Wecan'twait.”“We'vegottowait.It'stoodangeroustodoitfromhere，Anna.Waituntilwe'rereadytogo.”Anna！Janethought.Wasthisherfather'sAnna？No，no，lotsofwomenwerecalledAnna.“Butwecan'tgountiltonight，”Annasaid.“Therearetoomanypeoplearoundduringtheday.Andeveryminuteisimportant！PerhapsColehasalreadytalkedtothepoliceaboutme.OhGod，Iwishthebombhadkilledhimwiththeothers！”“Well，itdidn't.Anditdidn'tkilltheQueen.”Jane'sbodywasshaking.Thiswasherfather'sAnna！Thewomanwastalkingaboutherfather，andthebomb.AndthenJanerememberedwhereshehadseenthewomanbefore.OutsideParliament，withacamera，shakingitangrily.Takingphotosofthebackofpeople'sheads.Thenpushingforwardstogetcloser，pressingthecamerabuttonagain...asecondbeforethebombexploded①.Thevoicesinthekitchenstopped.Thedooropened，someonecameintotheroom.Whatnow?Janeheardtheclickofagun.“Phonecallforyou，MrCole.You'repopulartoday，aren'tyou？”Thenursesmiled，pushedthetelephonetablenexttohisbed，andwentout.Alanpickedupthephone.“Hello？”“MrCole？ThisisDetectiveDavidHall.YourememberIcametoseeyouyesterday.I'mringingbecauseI'vegotafewmorequestionstoaskyou.IsitallrightifIcomeovertoseeyounow？”我让他高兴阿兰·科尔躺在床上，倾听着医院花园里的小鸟的鸣唱。现在外面基本上黑了，而且很静。他喜欢这样躺着，回忆过去。他回想起安娜是怎样吻他，怎样注视他的双眼。他回想起她那棕红色的头发，蓝色的眼睛，柔软、干燥的唇感和她那深沉、开怀的笑。在爆炸前的那天晚上，他和安娜去外面饭馆吃了顿饭。然后他们就去马厩看马。门卫知道她是他的女朋友，所以不认为有什么不寻常。阿兰想起，那天早晨有一匹叫山德曼的马伤了一条腿。晚上，那条马腿发热了，所以他就把冰敷在上面。幸运的山德曼，阿兰想——第二天它没能拉马车，所以现在还能活着。当他驾着六匹好马拉的女王马车朝国会驶去时，他脑子里还想着安娜。有那么一瞬间，...
