塞西莉亚从二楼跳下来,扎在花园栏杆的尖叉上,她的脊椎骨一分为二,仿佛“在柱子上找到平衡点的体操运动员”。李斯本先生一只手托着她的脖子,—只手托着膝盖,想把她拔下来。当救护车的担架把她抬走时,那根锯断的尖叉像支帐篷一般立在被单下。比起几个星期前那次失败的割腕,这一次,她干得触目惊心又干净利落。她死在自己的生日,所有的不快浓缩在一句老气横秋的回 Cecilia jumped down from the second floor, plunged onto the tines of the garden railing, splitting her vertebrae into two, as if “the gymnast” found the balance on the pillars. Mr. Lisburn, with one hand on her neck, - with her hands on her knees, trying to pull her out. When the ambulance stretcher carried her away, the sawing tine stood like a tent under the sheet. Compared to the failed wrist a few weeks earlier, this time she was shockingly neat and neat. She died on her birthday, all the unpleasant condensed in an old-fashioned back