一排新书安坐在桌上,那是刚结束远洋旅行才靠岸的。不同的作者,不同的国籍,不同的思维,都在我的桌前相聚。他们在此约会,并非事先决定,而是我在一个月前与他们相邀而来。他们从来不知道要与谁同行,当然也不知道要去往何方,所以他们是彼此不会沟通说话的,但当他们同时到达时,我却满心欢喜。我仍然记得斯坦福大学书店窗外的加州阳光。那时尚在春寒,书架却被照耀得特别明亮。宁静的室内,萦绕着 A new row of books sits on the table, just before the end of the ocean trip. Different authors, different nationalities, different mindsets all came together at my desk. They did not make a prior appointment here, but I invited them from a month ago. They never knew who to walk with and certainly did not know where to go, so they did not talk to each other, but when they arrived at the same time I was full of joy. I still remember the California sunshine outside the Stanford Bookstore window. It was cold in spring, but the bookshelf was shone brightly. Quiet room, haunting