15、15.03.1957 一个人要如 ...
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阿不思——
所以说，你是在美好的阿尔巴岛给自己弄了个小黑魔王吗？看来你得千万小心了*。
我好奇的是，你会即刻就像是个治安小组会员似的追在伏地魔身后，花上十年左右的时间，直到那些官员们弄明白究竟发生了什么；还是以一种更不打草惊蛇的方式插手，守株待兔，直到你目睹第一例死亡？我猜无论哪一种方式，你那良心都会备受煎熬的。用柠檬雪宝来宽恕它吧——这样我们都少受点罪。
那男孩是具备了很强大的力量，可却没什么想象力。你和我，无论如何，都从未缺乏后者。这是我们之所以能够成为传奇的一部分原因。
你的那些麻瓜书籍，我越深入地阅读反而越不解其意。他们花了那样大量的时间——在他们别出心裁的文化、文学和艺术上，社交中的繁文缛节上，坐井观天般“科学”的对平凡世界的理解。啊，没有魔法的世界里，人类是只能以此度过长日吧？然而在失去魔法存在的世界，研究世界本身？意义何在？一个巫师用小提琴就足以改变现实世界，而一个麻瓜，仅仅影响他同胞的情绪而已。两个麻瓜之间关于逗号的争执多么一成不变，而两个巫师之间对修改一个咒语结构的争论——那将颠覆世界。
这是你给我寄这些的打算，这是你想给我上的一课吗，阿不思？你想教会我怜悯这些活得如此狭隘的人吗？认清他们有多无能？
当我握住那样东西*的时候，我心中一片清明。而现在，失去了它，没有了魔法带来的保障——
究竟怎样？
一个人要如何才能活下去？
十二年来，时过境迁，我已经认不出我窗外景色原来的模样。我的思绪冰凉地脱离、跌落，崩塌。任何与我处于同一境地的人都会觉得无处可去。我四周的铜墙铁壁承载着像是妖精出产的精铁那样牢固的咒语。你曾常说你总有一天要搞个冥想盆来的——
我的纽蒙迦德不会摧毁我，阿不思。你应当也不会。去啊，处理你那狂妄自大的黑魔王去吧。我只是个半截身子都埋在土里的……现在真算是个老人了吗……我想，只是个老人而已。至少在我那个时代，征服之路总风雪交加，无论朝什么方向都是坡路。*
你心乱如麻的
盖特勒·格林德沃
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[原文]
March 15th, 1957
Albus—
So you've got yourself a baby Dark Lord on the fair Isles of Alba? Then it would seem you should beware the Ides of March.
I wonder—will you go after Voldemort now, as a vigilante, in the good ten years or so before the officials will have any idea what's going on, or will you play it safe, bide your time, and watch the first deaths? Either way I'm sure that inflamed conscience of yours will suffer. Give it a sherbet lemon and spare us.
The boy has a lot of power and little imagination. You and I, at least, never lacked in the latter department. Part of why we were magnificent.
The more I read these Muggle books of yours, the more I am bewildered. All this time they spend on their cultural conceits, their literature and arts, their social niceties, their limited, supposedly scientific ways of understanding the world without magic. I suppose it is what people do when they do not have magic? Yet without magic, what is the point of it? A wizard with a violin can alter reality itself, but a Muggle with the same is limited to simply affecting the emotions of his fellow-kind. And two Muggles arguing over commas change nothing, but two wizards revising a spell structure can change the world.
Is this your lesson, Albus, when you sent me these books to teach me to pity them in their s|mall worlds? How ineffective they are？
My heart was untangled with—It—in my hand. Without It now, without the surety of magic—
How？
How does one live？
The landscape out my window has changed in twelve years, though how much I cannot say. My thoughts slip and slide away from me. One would think they would have nowhere to go, with shield charms thick as goblin steel through my walls. You always used to say you'd get a Pensieve one day—
My Nurmengard will not break me, Albus, and neither shall you. Go, deal with your whippersnapper of a Dark Lord. I'm just a rotting—am I really an old man now? I suppose I am. Well, in my day we had to go up hill both ways in the snow to conquer countries.
Crochetily yours,
GG
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