brokeback mountain-第7节

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　them　down　to　the　Quik　Stop　Car　Wash　to　turn　the　high…pressure　spray　on　them。　When　the　wet　clean　blankets　were　stowed　in　the　truck　bed　he　stepped　into　Higgins's　gift　shop　and　busied　himself　with　the　postcard　rack。

　　〃Ennis；　what　are　you　lookin　for　rootin　through　them　postcards？〃　said　Linda　Higgins；　throwing　a　sopping　brown　coffee　filter　into　the　garbage　can。

　　〃Scene　a　Brokeback　Mountain。〃

　　〃Over　in　Fremont　County？〃

　　〃No；　north　a　here。〃

　　〃I　didn't　order　none　a　them。　Let　me　get　the　order　list。　They　got　it　I　can　get　you　a　hunderd。　I　got　a　order　some　more　cards　anyway。〃〃One's　enough；〃　said　Ennis。

　　When　it　came　　thirty　cents　　he　pinned　it　up　in　his　trailer；　brass…headed　tack　in　each　corner。　Below　it　he　drove　a　nail　and　on　the　nail　he　hung　the　wire　hanger　and　the　two　old　shirts　suspended　from　it。　He　stepped　back　and　looked　at　the　ensemble　through　a　few　stinging　tears。

　　〃Jack；　I　swear　　〃　he　said；　though　Jack　had　never　asked　him　to　swear　anything　and　was　himself　not　the　swearing　kind。

　　Around　that　time　Jack　began　to　appear　in　his　dreams；　Jack　as　he　had　first　seen　him；　curly…headed　and　smiling　and　bucktoothed；　talking　about　getting　up　off　his　pockets　and　into　the　control　zone；　but　the　can　of　beans　with　the　spoon　handle　jutting　out　and　balanced　on　the　log　was　there　as　well；　in　a　cartoon　shape　and　lurid　colors　that　gave　the　dreams　a　flavor　of　ic　obscenity。　The　spoon　handle　was　the　kind　that　could　be　used　as　a　tire　iron。　And　he　would　wake　sometimes　in　grief；　sometimes　with　the　old　sense　of　joy　and　release；　the　pillow　sometimes　wet；　sometimes　the　sheets。

　　There　was　some　open　space　between　what　he　knew　and　what　he　tried　to　believe；　but　nothing　could　be　done　about　it；　and　if　you　can't　fix　it　you've　got　to　stand　it。