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这篇文章当年看了以后 读了一遍没啥感觉 后来看了些圣经 了解了些当年原子弹事件的始末后 回头一看    感觉震撼得要窒息
大学和英语相关的书籍几乎都扔了 就这篇文章被我撕了下来 珍藏着
BRAID 当年听说是神作 玩了会 感觉不到神之处 就一直搁置着   昨天晚上偶然看到一个结局解说视频   霎时和当年一样的感觉
最近准备好好补一下这部作品。。
这篇文章估计难找 有朋友需要的话 我把它敲出来吧


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这周周末一定敲。。

                                                        The Ray
                                                               By Ron Milner
       One slender stream of sunlight filled the slighthiatus between the closed drapes and plunged through the window down diagonallyacross the room. Bridging the small glass-doored bookcase beneath the window,which was an annex of the two larger bookcases the coved, excepting the windowspace, one full wall of the room. Passing over the moderate-sized, tastefulcoffee table in front of the leather couch; not touching, on the table, the delicate wine glass or the bottle of sherry,nor the huge, black-leather-bound Bible with its red silk marker, the thick rededges of its pages.
       The stream of sunlight touched none ofthis as it passed, but caused a reflective gleam on the silver badge pinned tothe wallet lying open on the table alongside the closed Bible; a gleam whichshone on the edge of a paper stamped SECURITY U.S. that peeped from the wallet’sbill compartment. The stream did not touch that directly, merely caused areflective gleam. For it dove as though magnetized, hypnotized over thespread-eagle shoes, the rumpled argyle socks; over the brief flash of haircovered starkly pale-pink skin beneath the wrinkled pants; past the thicksweater which way to the leafs of the sportcoat flung immobilely out to thesides where the one hand appeared so naked and virginal because the other hidbehind the dark heavy steel of the small revolver; past the united bow tie, thestiffly thrusted chin, the tight thin lips; not marking the neat purple-edgedhole at the left temple, nor the small pool of drying blood that had escaped tothe carpet and now stopped running------ directly to the eyeglasses that hadbeen thrown just slightly to the right of the dead face by the force of thelow-caliber bullet.
       The sunlight went, as an eager lover,straight to the eyeglasses; kissing them; blazing there in a frolickingglitter. One ecstatic ray reflected off to the right, to the wall, to thewooden edge of a glass-covered bulletin which hung there proclaiming:
       DR.SAMUEL J. EVANSTON, FOR HIS
      OUTSTANDING WORK IN THE FIELD OF
      NUCLEAR RESEARCH, HAS BEEN AWARDED,
      ON THIS DAY, THE--.
       The reflected ray danced ecstatically onthe wooden frame of the glass-covered bulletin, just above a large sheet ofnote paper attached there by one tiny straight pin. The ray danced from theframe onto the glass, glittering playfully; then skipped toward the tinystraight pin and jumped onto it, gleaming minutely. Sparkled there for aninstant, before leaping to the note paper and playing among the large, neatlyprinted words:
       I SAW THE GREAT LIGHT BURN AWAY THEDESERT
       AND I THOUGHT IT GOOD. THAT IT WOULDFEED, AND WARM.
       THEN I SAW THE DESERT TURN TO GLASS ANDHEARD
       BABES SCREAM IN TERROR! YET, STILL ITHOUGHT IT GOOD,
       THAT IT WOULD GIVE LIGHT AND DO WORK . NOWI SEE THE DARKNESS!
       LO! WE HAVE DISCOVERED THE SECRET OFFIRE,
       AND ARE BURNING AWAY THE FIELDS!
       O, OUR FATHER! WE KNOW THAT WE DO!
       BUT CANNOT STOP OURSELVES!
       The ecstatic ray played among the neatlyprinted words until darkness came and devoured it.