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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?...
  'Darling, I have this feeling it is going to be an excellent day,' he proclaimed as he kissed his  wife goodbye at their doorstep. A couple of photographers were outside on the pavement, and they  asked him to repeat the kiss before he was allowed to get into his official car and drive off for  a day's campaigning in the House.
  His wife went through her daily routine of clearing the breakfast table before settling down to  handle the correspondence. The volume had increased dramatically in the last few years, she noted  with a sigh of resignation. Gone were the days when there was any hope of a personal answer to  them all; it was now up to the word processor and its carefully programmed series of standard  responses. She wondered whether anybody really noticed or cared that most of her husband's  constituency letters were written by computer and signed by a little autograph machine he had  brought back from the States on a recent trip. The majority of the letters were from lobby groups,  professional critics or downright political opponents who weren't the least bit interested in the  content of the replies. But they all needed answering nonetheless, she told herself as she began  the monotonous daily task of opening the thick bundle of envelopes. She would never risk losing  her husband a single vote by failing to offer some form of reply even to the most abusive of  letters.
  She left the padded brown envelope until last. It had clearly been hand-delivered and was firmly  stapled down, and she had to struggle to extract the infuriating metal clips before getting at the  contents. As she pulled out the last tenacious staple, a cassette tape fell out into her lap.  There was nothing else in the envelope, no letter, no compliments slip, no label on the tape to  indicate where it had come from or what it contained.
  'Fools. How on earth do they expect me to reply to that!'
  She put the tape to one side before switching on the word processor.
  It took her three hours of solid work to go through the letters, persuade the word processor to  chum out a reply which had some chance of persuading the recipient that they were receiving  personalised attention, watch them being signed by machine, then fold and seal them. The tape she  left on the desk. Her mouth was gummed up from licking too many envelopes, and she needed a cup of  coffee. The silly tape could wait.
  It was very much later that evening when she remembered the cassette. Woolton had come back from a  hectic day canvassing at the House, and was feeling tired as the adrenalin of the first ballot  began to wear off. He had heeded the advice of his close colleagues not to overdo the canvassing,  and to get a couple of good nights7 rest. He was planning later in the week to make three major  speeches, and he would need to conserve his energy.
  He was sitting in his favourite armchair sketching out some preliminary speech notes when his wife  remembered the tape on the desk.
  'By the way, darling, a tape cassette was dropped off for you today without any form of  identification. Do you know what it is? A recording of last weekend's speech or a tape of a recent  interview, perhaps?'
  Haven't a clue. Pour me another drink and let's listen to it.' He waved broadly in the direction  of the stereo unit.
  His wife, dutiful as ever, did as he bade. He was just savouring his freshened gin and tonic when  the tape deck ate up the last segment of blank tape and with a burst of red light the playback  meter on the equipment began to show that the tape heads were reading something. There was a  series of low hisses and crackles, it was clearly not a professional recording, and she turned the  volume up.
  The sound of a girl's laughter filled the room, followed by her low, deep gasp. The noise  hypnotised the Wooltons, rooting them to the spot. For several minutes, the speakers gave out the  sound of a series of shorter, higher breaths as the unmistakable sounds of sex were accompanied by  the rhythmic banging of a bedhead against a wall. The tape left little to the imagination. The  woman's sighs became shorter and more shrill, as the two bodies climbed ever higher, pausing  occasionally for breath before pressing on remorselessly until with a shrieking crescendo they had  burst through to reach the summit of their mountain. They shared gasps of pleasure and  satisfaction before descending gently together, accompanied once more by the sound of the woman's  laughter mixed with the deep bass chuckling of her companion.
  The laughter stopped for an instant, until the turning tape found the next distinctive sound.
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