7. 邱园记事【Kew Gardens】
nd blue butterflies six inc of trolling carelessly, urning o see t t too far be tance in front of to go on s.
“Fifteen years ago I came . “e sat some afternoon. circling round us: toe. All time I spoke I saiently I kne looking up o be in t if it settled t leaf, t, if ttled on t once. But t round and round: it never settled any?”
“hy do you ask, Simon?”
“Because I’ve been t. I’ve been t ? Do you mind my t?”
“ one al, in a garden rees? Aren’t t, all t remains of it, ts lying under trees. . . one’s y?”
“For me, a square silver shoe buckle and a dragonfly—”
“For me, a kiss. Imagine six little girls sitting before ty years ago, doing ter–lilies, t red er–lilies I’d ever seen. And suddenly a kiss, ternoon so t I couldn’t paint. I took out my co tes only—it on .”
t t, and soon diminisrees and looked ransparent as t and srembling irregular patches.
In tained red, blue, and yelloes or so, noo be moving very sligs s began to labour over t passed over t appeared to e goal in front of it, differing in t from tepping angular green insect ed to cross in front of it, and ed for a second s antenna trembling as if in deliberation, and tepped off as rapidly and strangely in te direction. Bro, blade–like trees t to tip, round boulders of grey stone, vast crumpled surfaces of a texture—all ts lay across talk and anoto o circumvent tent of a dead leaf or to breast it t t of other human beings.
time t of ly imes opened er a long