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纸牌屋(House of Cards 英文版)

时间:2014-06-01 10:35:38  来源:  作者:迈克尔·多布斯爵士(Michael Dobbs)  
简介:  在首相连任竞选中功不可没的党鞭长弗朗西斯·厄克特本以为自己会入内阁任职,不料未能如愿。于是他暗中发誓要取代背叛自己的首相,搞垮所有的对手。他利用自己能够掌握内阁机密和掌握党内人士隐秘的优势,操控了一个又一个官员,并利用《每日纪事报》里想成为一线政治记者的玛蒂·斯多林,令她在媒体上大做文章。
  初战告捷后,他旋即指派手下对内阁展开大规模围剿,紧紧咬住所有人的弱点,除掉了一个又一个对手,扫清了一个又一个障碍,然而他的阴谋也在慢慢地暴露。他最终能否登上首相宝座,而知道越来越多内幕的玛蒂又能否安然周旋于权力斗争中,并实现自己的理想呢?...
  To get rid of Collingridge,' prompted Krajewski.
  'But what good does that do him? He's not going to take over the Party. What motive does he have  for undermining Collingridge?'
  He offered no suggestion, but gazed along the gallery at the grand oil portraits of Victorian  statesmen to whom conspiracy and cunning had come as second nature, wondering what they would have  thought. Mattie could not share his wry amusement.
  'He must be acting together with someone else who does have something to gain - someone more  important, more powerful, who could benefit from the change of leadership. There has to be another  figure in there somewhere, pulling O'Neill's strings.'
  'So you are looking for a mystery man with the means and the motive. Well, he has to be in a  position to control O'Neill, and have access to sensitive political information. It would also  help if he had been engaged in a much publicised and bitter battle with the Prime Minister. Surely  you don't have to look too far for candidates.' '
  'Give me one.'
  He took a deep breath and savoured the dark, conspiratorial atmosphere of the evening air.
  It's easy. Teddy Williams.'
  It was late that evening when Urquhart returned to his room in the Commons. The celebrations and  congratulations had followed him all the way from his office to the Harcourt Room beneath the  House of Lords where he had dined, being interrupted frequently by colleagues eager to shake him  by the hand and wish him well. He had proceeded on to the Members' Smoking Room, a private place  much loved by MPs who gather there away from the prying eyes of the press not so much to smoke as  to exchange views and gossip and to twist a few arms. The Whips know the Smoking Room well, and  Urquhart had used his hour there to good effect before once more climbing the twisting stairs to  his office.
  His secretary had emptied the ashtrays, cleared the glasses and straightened the cushions, and his  room was once again quiet and welcoming. He closed the door behind him, locking it carefully. He  crossed to the four-drawer filing cabinet with its stout security bar and combination-lock which  the Government provide for all Ministers to secure their confidential papers while out of their  departmental offices. He twirled the combination four times, until there was a gentle click and  the security bar fell away into his hands. He removed it and bent down to open the bottom drawer.
  The drawer creaked as it came open. It was stuffed full of files and papers, each one with the  name of a different MP on it, each one (containing the personal and incriminating material he had  carefully winnowed out of the safe in the Whips Office where all the best kept parliamentary  secrets are stored to await Judgement Day, or some other parliamentary emergency. It had taken him  nearly three years to amass this material, and he knew it was more valuable than a drawer crammed  full with gold bars.
  He knelt down and sorted carefully through the files. He quickly found what he was looking for, a  padded envelope, already addressed and sealed. After extracting it he closed the drawer and  secured the filing cabinet, testing as he always did to make sure the lock and security bar had  caught properly.
  It was nearly midnight as he drove out of the entrance gates to the House of Commons, a police  officer stopping the late night traffic around Parliament Square to enable him to ease out into  the busy road and speed on his way. However, he did not head the car in the direction of his  Pimlico home. He first drove to one of the twenty-four-hour motorcycle messenger services which  flourish amongst the seedier basements of Soho, where he dropped the envelope off and paid in cash  for delivery early the following morning. It would have been easier to post it in the House of  Commons, where they have one of the most efficient post offices in the country. But he did not  want a House of Commons postmark on this envelope.
  WEDNESDAY 24th NOVEMBER
  The letters and newspapers arrived almost simultaneously with a dull thud on Woolton's Chelsea  doormat early the following morning. Hearing the clatter, he came downstairs and gathered them up,  spreading the newspapers out on the kitchen table while he left the post on a small bench in the  hallway for his wife. He received over 300 letters a week from his constituents and other  correspondents, and he had long since given up trying to read them all. So he left them for his  wife, who was also his constituency secretary and for whom he got a generous secretarial allowance  from the parliamentary authorities to supplement his Cabinet Minister's stipend.
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