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“無聊”算得上現(xiàn)代人口頭兒的高頻詞。批評人士認(rèn)為無聊是時間充裕、衣食無憂帶來的負(fù)面影響。本文作者似乎不這么看，他認(rèn)為“愉悅的無聊”具有一種活躍的氣質(zhì)，一種你從怠惰之暗走入靈感之光時所感受到的氣質(zhì)。
By Colin Bisset
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A friend and I are wandering through the lush gardens of a grand country home.[2] “Wouldn’t it be wonderful to live somewhere like this?” I ask, stopping to admire the view of the house over its lake. “Summer days on the lawn, grand parties, cocktails.” My friend mutters something about having a social conscience,[3] but I’m not listening. “Lazing[4] about,” I continue. “Wonderfully bored.” My friend’s face swivels[5] towards me. “Bored? How could you be bored if you had all that?” he exclaims.
I have always fancied being bored on a huge and stylish scale. I’m talking Great Gatsby boredom, with everyone lying around in white clothes and floppy hats, sipping long drinks with cooling names, and being utterly and divinely bored.[6]
There’s something exquisite about boredom. Like melancholy[7] and its darker cousin sadness, boredom is related to emptiness and meaninglessness, but in a perfectly enjoyable way. It’s like wandering through the National Gallery, being surrounded by all those great works of art, and deciding not to look at them because it’s a pleasure just walking from room to room enjoying the squeak of your soles on the polished floor.[8] Boredom is the no-signal sound on a blank television, the closed-down monotone of a radio in the middle of the night.[9] It’s an uninterrupted straight line.
Actually, my idea of boredom has little to do with wealthy surroundings. It’s about a certain mindset[10]. Perfect boredom is the enjoyment of the moment of stasis[11] that comes between slowing down and speeding up—like sitting at a traffic light for a particularly long time. It’s at the cusp of action, because however enjoyable it may be, boredom is really not a long-term aspiration.[12] It’s for an afternoon before a sociable evening. It marks that point in a holiday when you’ve shrugged off[13] all the concerns of work and home, explored the hotel and got used to the swimming pool, and everything has become totally familiar. “I’m bored” just pops into your mind one morning as you’re laying your towel over the sun lounger[14] before breakfast, and then you think “How lovely.” It’s about the stillness and familiarity of that precise moment before the anxiety about packing up and heading back to God-knows-what.
Like everyone, I’ve been bored in the way often linked with death, but that was mainly as a child, and as you get older you become more resilient[15] in dealing with it. As an adult, you can choose between luxuriating in your boredom or eliminating it by getting up and doing something.[16] The choice is yours.
As a child boredom is a bleak prospect[17]. It was my regular companion when my family stayed with my grandparents in Scotland for the summer holidays. Their house faced the sea, which meant that there was a rocky seashore to explore. But after five or six years of that it was beginning to pall[18]. There was a limit to how many times you could yell “I just saw something move in the water!” and run screaming from the water’s edge. There was also the fact that my sister was now grown up enough to find it demeaning to hang out with someone my age who wanted to play.[19] My parents and grandparents seemed delighted to sit and conduct endlessly dull conversations.
And so I would sit and think. I would sit at the top of the garden looking out over the roof of the house to the water beyond, and wonder what it would be like to live on a boat. And I would sit on the rocks on the seashore and watch the birds foraging[20] for food, and wonder what it would be like to fly. And I would sit in the sun lounger listening to the rain on the roof, and wonder what it would be like to be old enough to have holidays on your own, in proper hotels with swimming pools and waiters. And sometimes it was lovely just to be sitting and thinking like that for hours on end[21].
At other times my thoughts took more perplexing[22] turns. I would wonder if everything I was looking at wasn’t actually there, that it was just an illusion. Or what if everything was black but only I thought it was light and colourful? Or what if what I heard didn’t match what I thought I was seeing? These were not the sort of thoughts I felt able to own up to at the afternoon tea table, and so I ended up for quite some time believing that nothing could be trusted because my eyes were certainly being deceived.[23] I’m not sure why a ten year old boy was experiencing philosophical angst[24], but it certainly shows that I had an awful lot of time on my hands.
And that’s the point of boredom, isn’t it? Wasn’t Newton sitting underneath an apple tree staring into space, and Archimedes wallowing in the bath, when clarity struck?[25] In my own insignificant way, I think I have always understood that doing nothing is the key to getting somewhere. As a writer, it takes a while to convince others that you are working hard while appearing to be lying on the sofa staring at the ceiling, but once this is accomplished it can be very useful, especially if you are enjoying staring at the ceiling and hear, “I’m sorry, he can’t come to the phone at the moment, he’s working”—which suggests a genius on the cusp of a plot breakthrough rather than someone deciding whether to have poached or scrambled eggs for lunch.[26]
Living in a surfing suburb, I am often aware of groups of people of all ages who gather ostensibly to watch the surf.[27] The bigger and more dangerous the surf, the more people will gather and watch it. But there’s a limit to how long you can focus on huge waves crashing near the shore. Isn’t the reality that these people have completely zoned out[28] and are simply using the surf as an excuse to stare into space? If you asked them why they’re staring at the sea they’d come up with a host of answers, many of which might have the ring of truth.[29] Sure, the colour and drama of a roiling ocean is a sight to behold, but who’s going to admit that really, they’ve been loafing on the beach with an empty thought bubble hovering over their heads? [30]
Boredom in the workplace is something else, of course. Here every moment has hovering over it the question-mark of time passing.
This kind of boredom sucks the life from you. It has none of the hallmarks of the grand boredom that I’m after—the sort with a rousing soundtrack as you emerge from the darkness of sloth into the light of inspiration.[31] The sort that illuminates new questions: Why not go and live in another country? Why shouldn’t I write a novel? That sort of boredom is the equivalent of a long bath with French soap and frangipani flowers floating on the surface;[32] something so relaxing and pleasurable that you really don’t want it to end. And yet, when the bathwater has cooled and the flowers have gone mushy, you’re happy to lift your glowing self from the tub and move forward into the stream of life with renewed vigour.[33] Such is la vie d’ennui.
Vocabulary
1. vie: <法> 生活；ennui: <法> 無聊，倦怠。
2. lush:（植物）茂盛的；country home: 鄉(xiāng)村住宅，多供人租來度假。
3. mutter: 輕聲低語，咕噥；social conscience: 社會責(zé)任感。
4. laze: 偷懶，混日子。
5. swivel: 旋轉(zhuǎn)。
6. Great Gatsby: “了不起的蓋茨比”，亦為小說名，是美國20世紀(jì)著名作家Francis Scott Key Fitzgerald的長篇小說，以20世紀(jì)20年代紐約長島為背景，講述富翁蓋茨比揮金如土，盼望鴛夢重溫，但最終美夢幻滅的故事。本文中提及的場景為小說中描述的奢華酒宴。floppy hat: 軟帽；long drink: 大杯飲料，尤指用大杯盛的啤酒；divinely: <口> 極度地。
7. melancholy: 憂郁。
8. squeak: 吱吱聲；soles: 鞋跟。
9. closed-down:（廣播電臺或電視臺）結(jié)束當(dāng)日節(jié)目（之時）的；monotone: 單調(diào)的聲音。
10. mindset: 心態(tài)，精神狀態(tài)。
11. stasis: 停滯，靜止。
12. cusp: 尖頭，頂點，此處指即將到達頂點的狀態(tài)；aspiration: 強烈的愿望。
13. shrug off: 擺脫。
14. sun lounger: 日光躺椅。
15. resilient: 適應(yīng)性強的。
16. luxuriate: 沉溺；eliminate: 消除。
17. bleak prospect: 暗淡的景象。
18. pall: （因過多或過久而）令人生厭。
19. demeaning: 屈尊的，自我貶低的；hang out: 廝混，閑逛。
20. forage: 搜尋（食物）。
21. on end: 連續(xù)地。
22. perplexing: 令人困惑的。
23. own up to: 坦白承認(rèn)，此處指“解釋明白”；deceive: 欺騙。
24. angst:（尤指對時世的）憂慮。
25. Newton: 牛頓（1642—1727），英國數(shù)學(xué)家、物理學(xué)家；Archimedes: 阿基米德（287？—212BC），古希臘數(shù)學(xué)家、物理學(xué)家和發(fā)明家，相傳于洗澡時發(fā)現(xiàn)阿基米德原理；wallow: 原指動物在泥水中打滾，此處指泡澡；clarity: 清晰，明晰，此處指靈感。
26. plot breakthrough: 情節(jié)的突破；poached or scrambled eggs: 荷包蛋還是炒雞蛋。
27. surfing suburb: 沖浪；ostensibly: 表面上；surf: 拍岸浪。
28. zone out: 走神。
29. come up with: 想出，提出；a host of: 許多，一群；have a ring of truth: 似乎是真實的。
30. 的確，大海波濤滾滾，它的色彩與戲劇性都值得一看，但誰又會承認(rèn)，自己在海邊游蕩之時，腦子里也充斥著空虛的思想泡沫？
31. 這種無聊不具備我所追求的“愉悅的無聊”之特質(zhì)?！坝鋹偟臒o聊”具有一種活躍的氣質(zhì)，那種你從怠惰之暗走入靈感之光時所感受到的氣質(zhì)。
32. equivalent: 等同物；frangipani flower: 雞蛋花。
33. mushy: 糊狀的；glowing: 容光煥發(fā)的；tub: 浴盆。
（來源：英語學(xué)習(xí)雜志）
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