Why I Still Cling to1 the Mailman

By Robert Klose

中国宋代词人晏几道曾作词《蝶恋花》：“欲尽此情书尺素，浮雁沉鱼，终了无凭据。”词人倾诉于纸上，想寄予心爱之人，可她已流落不知去向，他不知将书信寄往何处，一腔热情不知向谁倾诉。本文作者生于现代西方国家，在这个人人都已习惯了发送电子邮件的时代，虽然年代、地域和环境都相差甚远，但怀揣长信却不知寄往何处的不安之情却是相通的。

I no longer run for the mail the way I used to.I remember, prior to the e-mail age, the sense of heightened anticipation as the hour of mail delivery approached, wondering what slender,handwritten treasures would appear in my box.2. 我还记得在电子邮件时代来临之前的那股强烈的期盼之情，信件到来时刻一点点靠近时，总会好奇究竟会有怎样薄薄的墨迹宝物在我的信箱中出现。prior to:在……之前；heightened: 增强的，提高的；anticipation: 盼望，期待；slender: 微薄的。I once received a letter from a long-lost friend and swelled with such joy that I ran the mail carrier down and shook his hand, as if he had done a heroic deed in conveying the missive to me.3. swell with: 充满了（某种情感）；run down:找到（某人 / 某物）；heroic: 英雄的，高尚的；missive: 信件，信函。

Once a day. Six days a week. That was the rhythm.Through snow, rain, heat, and gloom4. gloom: 黑暗，阴暗。of night. I first learned to love the mail as a young boy. The first thing I ever received that was personally addressed to me was from my buddy Duane. We had been the fastest5. fast: 忠实的，感情牢固的。of 9-year-old friends. Then he moved away,to Massachusetts. The parting was difficult, but boys didn’t cry.

Within the week, however, there was a letter in my mailbox. It was from Duane, and it read, “I’m OK, but I miss you.” That first conveyance to me of a written word from a great distance had all the import of the first Morse code message: “What hath God wrought.”6. conveyance: 表达，表示；import: 重要性，含义；Morse code: 摩斯密码，一种信号代码，通过不同的排列顺序来表达不同的英文字母、数字和标点符号；wrought: 〈过时〉work的过去式和过去分词。It was at that moment that I became a letter writer, quickly discovering that the more letters I wrote, the more I received.

I wrote letters through elementary school, high school, college, and beyond. It got to the point where I could comfortably expect to receive a letter a day. The daily mail delivery was, for me, like a beacon at sea—something toward which my thoughts began to move upon waking.7. 对我而言，每日的信件正如海上的灯塔——每天一睁开眼，我的思想就开始向往之。beacon:灯塔，信号塔。What quickened my blood, of course, was the element of surprise: From whom would the letter be today? And what would the news be?

And then, seemingly in the blink of an eye, the earth shifted.8. in the blink of an eye: 一眨眼的工夫；shift: 改变，转变。此处形容发生了天翻地覆的变化。E-mail had arrived. Despite being intrigued9. intrigue: 使……好奇，引起……的兴趣。by the new technology, I promised myself that I would never stop writing letters by hand. However, I had no control over the proclivities of others, and slowly,inexorably, and then with quickened pace, the letters disappeared from my mailbox, having been replaced with electronic “messages” (a totally different beast—in contrast to letters, all e-mails look alike).10. proclivity: （尤指坏的）倾向；inexorably: 不可阻挡地，不容变更地；beast: 某种东西，具有某种特点的事物（一般为幽默用法）。

And so, like a shipwrecked man stuf fing notes into bottles, tossing them into the waves, and hoping for the best, I continue to write longhand, licking envelopes,sticking stamps, and handing my outgoing mail to the carrier who regards me with a curious eye, as if he is perceiving the last member of a species on the brink of extinction.11. 因此，就像沉船事故的幸存者把小字条塞入瓶中，满心希望地投到海浪里那样，我怀着同样的心情继续手写书信，舔信封的封口，粘上邮票，把我要寄出的信交给邮差，他那疑惑的眼神就好像在看濒危物种中的最后一个似的。toss:抛，扔；longhand: 普通书写的（与打字或速记相对）；brink: 边缘。But he must share the pathos, for the moment he takes my letter he invariably says,12. pathos: 伤感，怜悯；invariably: 不变地，始终如一地。

“Thanks for your business.”Yes, it’s clear that he feels sorry for me, a man continually spitting into the wind13. spit into the wind: 逆风而行，比喻逆潮流行事。and not learning any lessons from it. But I feel bad for him as well, trudging through the snow, only rarely bringing me a letter from a friend, and more likely delivering advertising circulars or an unsolicited “Open Right Away!”announcement congratulating me for having reached the final tier in a million-dollar sweepstakes.14. trudge: 艰难地走，步履沉重地走；circular:（夹在报纸、杂志中寄给消费者的）广告宣传品；unsolicited: 未经要求的，主动发出的；tier: 一层，一等级；sweepstake: 抽彩（名字被选中便赢得奖品）。

But it gets sadder than this. Some months ago, while thinking about but not anticipating the mail, I noticed the lateness of the hour and my still-empty mailbox.By 6 that evening there was still no sign of the carrier.The next morning I called the post of fice. “Oh,” the cheerful voice intoned15. intone: 平稳清晰地说。. “It got dark, so the carrier went home.”

So much for the gloom of night.

“He’ll bring your mail this afternoon,” the voice concluded.

That wasn’t true. When the carrier finally did make his way down my street, I signaled to him, but he shrugged amiably and said,“Nothing for you today.”16. signal: 示意，打信号；shrug: 耸肩；amiably: 和蔼地，友善地。

I think that, at some level, I already knew that.