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恶魔麦诺克(英文原著 Memnoch the Devil)

时间:2013-11-11 13:19:18  来源:  作者:Anne Rice  
简介:  安妮·赖斯是美国当代著名的小说家之一,有“吸血鬼之母”之称,她1941年出生在美国新奥尔良,1961年与诗人斯坦·赖斯结为伉俪,1964年获旧金山州立大学学士学位,1971年获加州大学硕士学位。她在成名之前做过多种工作:女招待、厨师、引座员等等,经历十分丰富,为她的写作奠定了充实的基础。
  赖斯的作品以生动描写恐怖情节而著称,小说的主题多为历史背景下人的离群索居及对自我的追求,小说中的人物总是现实社会或非现实社会中孤立的群体。
  安妮赖斯的的主要作品有十二部,共称为《吸血鬼编年史》,它们分别是...
  No one should understand better than you, save I.
  " 'But go, see again for yourself. Then, and only then, will I calltogether a convocation in Heaven, of all angels, of all ranks and allendowments, and I will listen to what you have to say. Take with youthose who seek the same answers you seek and leave me those angelswho have never cared, nor taken notice, nor thought of anything butto live in My Light.' "Memnoch paused.
  We walked slowly along the bank of the narrow sea until we cameto a place where several boulders made a natural place to sit and torest. I wasn't feeling weariness in any real physical sense, but thechange of posture seemed to sharpen all my fears, and concentration,and eagerness to hear what he said. He sat beside me, turned to meslightly on his left, and his wings once again faded. But first they rose,and stretched out, the left far above my head and the whole wingspanstartling me. But then they disappeared. There simply wasn't roomfor them when Memnoch was seated, at least not for them to befolded behind him, so they were gone.
  He continued: "Immediately following these words," he said,"there was a great commotion in Heaven over who wanted to godown and examine the Creation with me and who did not. Nowunderstand, angels were all over Creation as it was, as I've told you, andmany had already been years on Earth, and fallen in love with creeks,ana valleys, and even the deserts which had begun to appear. But thiswas a special message the Lord had given me桮o and Learn All YouCan About Mankind梐nd there was some question as to who was asinterested or as passionate about the mysteries of the human race aswas I.""Wait a minute," I interrupted. "If you forgive me. How manyangels are there? You quoted God as saying 'all ranks,' and 'allendowments.' ""Surely you've heard some of the truth," he answered, "from thelore. God created us first梩he archangels桵emnoch, Michael,Gabriel, Uriel, and many others whose names have never beendiscovered梕ither inadvertently or deliberately梥o I would rather notsay. The whole number of archangels? Fifty. And we were the FirstMade as I said, though who exactly came before whom has become ahysterical subject of argument in Heaven, and one in which I lostinterest a long time ago. Besides, I'm convinced I am the firstanyway. But it doesn't matter.
  "We are those who communicate in the most direct way withGod, and also with Earth. That's why we have been labeled GuardianAngels, as well as Archangels, and sometimes in the religious literaturewe are given a low rank. We don't have a low rank. What wehave is the greatest personality and the greatest flexibility, betweenGod and man.""I see. And Raziel? And Metatron? And Remiel?"He smiled. "I knew these names would be familiar to you," hesaid. "They all have their place among the Archangels, but I cannotpossibly explain all of this to you now. You'll know when you're dead.
  And also it's almost too much for a human mind, even a vampiricmind, such as your own, to comprehend.""Very well," I said. "But what you're saying is the names refer toactual entities. Sariel is an entity.""Yes.""Zagzagel.""Yes, an entity. Now let me continue. Let me stick with theschemes. We, as I told you, are God's Messengers, and MostPowerful Angels, and I was fast becoming God's Accuser, as you can see!""And Satan means accuser," I said. "And all those other dreadfulnames you don't like are in some way connected with that idea.
  Accuser.""Exactly," he replied. "And the early religious writers, knowingonly bits and pieces of the truth, thought it was man whom I accused,not God; but there are reasons for this, as you'll soon see. You mightsay I have become the Great Accuser of everybody." He seemedmildly exasperated, but then his voice resumed, very calm andmeasured. "But my name is Memnoch," he reminded me, "and there isno angel more powerful or clever than I am and there never was.""I see," I said, meaning this to be polite. And also because I actuallydidn't question this statement at all. Why should I?
  "The Nine Choirs?" I asked.
  "All there," he said. "The Nine Choirs, of course, making up thebene ha elohim. And very well described by Hebrew and Christianscholars, thanks to times of revelation and perhaps disaster, thoughone would be hard put to determine the nature of each event. TheFirst Triad is made of Three Choirs, the Seraphim, Cherubim, andThrones or Ophanim, as I prefer to call them. And this First Triad isin general locked to the glory of God. They are in His thrall, thrive inthe light which can blind or dazzle others, and almost never get veryfar from the light at all.
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