比我年紀還大的一部短劇，BBC出的又一款經(jīng)典，可以讓人克服那個年代的渣畫質(zhì)。全劇四個小時，節(jié)奏緊湊。我?guī)缀醴植磺暹@是愛情還是欲望還是什么。片子的元素乍一看有同妻、出軌、婚外戀、女女。要說Mar和Violet之間是愛情、是欲望、是想要占有對方，應該不會有人反對。但是Mar與她丈夫之間到底是一種什么感情，Violet與她丈夫之間又是什么關(guān)系，總感覺三言兩語說不清道不明。一個人會同時愛上兩個人嗎？女主對丈夫是戀人還是朋友間的愛？Violet依舊與丈夫保持關(guān)系這是欲望的貪婪還只是逢場作戲？亦或者Violet真的沒有對女主不忠？一切都是合約婚姻？每個人對這些關(guān)系的理解肯定不盡相同。在我看來，女主與丈夫友大于愛，Violet是一個誘惑人的小妖精，及時行樂，追求欲望的滿足。兩位丈夫都還算紳士，雖然有對妻子有所不滿，卻仍然關(guān)心愛護與尊重他們。

劇情有起有伏，起伏中突出了女主對追求真愛放棄婚姻這一決定的搖擺不定，也為最后決定離開家庭鋪墊了許多，使得她們兩個之間的感情表現(xiàn)得更加濃烈。四個人之間的關(guān)系往往被拆成三個人一起展示，角色間有制衡，使戲劇張力更強。

我羨慕劇中那種覺得失去彼此就不能活的神仙愛情，可能正因為我沒有得到過如此熱烈的愛情，我才無法理解眼里容不得一點沙子那般對身體忠誠的潔癖。

(1) Violet Keppel, Don't Look Round (1952)

No one had told me that Vita (Sackville-West) had turned into a beauty. The knobs and knuckles had all disappeared. She was tall and graceful. The profund, hereditary Sackville eyes were as pools from which the morning mists had lifted. A peach might have envied her complexion. Round her revolved several enamoured young men.

(2) Vita Sackville-West, Autobiography (1920)

I hate writing this, but I must, I must. When I began this I swore I would shirk nothing, and no more I will. So here is the truth: I was never so much in love with Rosamund as during those weeks in Italy and the months that followed. It may seem that I should have missed Harold more. I admit everything, to my shame, but I have never pretended to have anything other than a base and despicable character. I seem to be incapable of fidelity, as much then as now. But, as a sole justification, I separate my loves into two halves: Harold, who is unalterable, perennial, and best; there has never been anything but absolute purity in my love for Harold, just as there has never been anything but absolute purity in his nature. And on the other hand stands my perverted nature, which loved and tyrannized over Rosamund and ended by deserting her without one heart-pang, and which now is linked irremediably with Violet. I have here a scrap of paper on which Violet, intuitive psychologist, has scribbled, "The upper half of your face is so pure and grave - almost childlike. And the lower half is so domineering, sensual, almost brutal - it is the most absurd contrast, and extraordinarily symbolical of your Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde personality." That is the whole crux of the matter, and I see now that my whole curse has been a duality with which I was too weak and too self-indulgent to struggle.

(3) Violet Trefusis, letter to Vita Sackville-West (March 1919)

My own sweet love, I am writing this at 2 o'clock in the morning at the conclusion of the most cruelly ironical clay I have spent in my life.

This evening I was taken to a ball of some good people. Chinday had previously told all her friends I was engaged so I was congratulated by everyone I knew there. I could have screamed aloud. Mitya, I can't face this existence. I shall see you once again on Monday and it depends on you whether we shall ever see each other again.

It is really wicked and horrible. I am losing every atom of self-respect I ever possessed. I hate myself. 0 Mitya, what have you done to me? 0 my darling, precious love, what is going to become of use

I want you every second and every hour of the day, yet I am being slowly and inexorably tied to somebody else... Sometimes I am flooded by an agony of physical longing for you... a craving for your nearness and your touch. At other times I feel I should be quite content if I could only hear the sound of your voice. I try so hard to imagine your lips on mine. Never was there such a pitiful imagining.... Darling, whatever it may cost us, my mother won't be cross with you any more. I suppose this ridiculous engagement will set her mind at rest....

Nothing and no one in the world could kill the love I have for you. I have surrendered my whole individuality, the very essence of my being to you. I have given you my body time after time to treat as you pleased, to tear to pieces if such had been your will. All the hoardings of my imagination I have laid bare to you. There isn't a recess in my brain into which you haven't penetrated. I have clung to you and caressed you and slept with you and I would like to tell the whole world I clamour for you.... You are my lover and I am your mistress, and kingdoms and empires and governments have tottered and succumbed before now to that mighty combination - the most powerful in the world.

(4) Nigel Nicolson, Portrait of a Marriage (1973)

She (Vita) didn't know how strong and dangerous such passion could be, until Violet replaced Rosamund. Of course she knew that "such a thing existed", but she did not give it a name, and felt no guilt about it. At the time of her marriage she may have been ignorant that men could feel for other men as she had felt for Rosamund, but when she had made this discovery in Harold himself, it did not come as a great shock to her, for she had the romantic notion that it was natural and salutary for "people" to love each other, and the desire to kiss and touch was simply the physical expression of affection, and it made no difference whether it was affection between people of the same sex or the opposite.

It was fortunate that both were made that way. If only one of them had been, their marriage would probably have collapsed. Violet did not destroy their physical union; she simply provided the alternative for which Vita was unconsciously seeking at the moment when her physical passion for Harold, and his for her, had begun to cool. In Harold's life at that time there was no male Violet, luckily for him, since his love for Vita might not have survived two rivals simultaneously. Before he met Vita he had been half-engaged to another girl, Eileen Wellesley. He was not driven to homosexuality by Vita's temporary desertion of him, because it had always been latent, but his loneliness may have encouraged this tendency to develop, since with his strong sense of duty (much stronger than Vita's) he felt it to be less treacherous to sleep with men in her absence than with other women. When he was left stranded in Paris, he once confessed to Vita that he was "spending his time with rather low people, the demi-monde", and this could have meant young men. When she returned to him, it certainly did. Lady Sackville noted in her diary, "Vita intends to be very platonic with Harold, who accepts it like a lamb.' They never shared a bedroom after that.

來源：//spartacus-educational.com/Wtrefusis.htm

看完《婚姻的肖像》和《薇塔與維吉尼亞》，做一個簡單的時間線梳理。

Vita Sackville-West，全名 Victoria Mary Sackville-West，生卒年1892-1962，終年70歲。

童年：1906–1910

童年時期，Vita 在女子學校 Helen Wolff's school 上學。此時她并不合群，時常覺得孤獨，深夜在 Knole 不停寫作。不過，此時她認識了初戀們 Violet Keppel 和 Rosamund Grosvenor。

1910年，Vita 正式進入社交圈。

初戀：Rosamund Grosvenor

Rosamund Grosvenor 比 Vita 大四歲，對 Vita 的性取向有非常重要的影響。Rosamund 可能是 Vita 愛上的第一個女人，她在日記里寫到，「Oh, I dare say I realized vaguely that I had no business to sleep with Rosamund, and I should certainly never have allowed anyone to find it out」。 她們在1911年就熱戀中了。但1912年 Vita 的日記里寫到「這種關(guān)系是膚淺的，純粹是身體上的，因為坦率地說，我發(fā)現(xiàn)她非常煩人，但是我很喜歡她，她性格柔和但愚蠢」。

1913年 21歲的 Vita 嫁給 Harold Nicolson，兩人關(guān)系破裂。1924年 Rosamund 結(jié)婚。二戰(zhàn)中擔任護士，1944年被炸死于倫敦 Savoy Chapel 醫(yī)院，時年55歲。

此生不渝：Violet Keppel

Violet Keppel（1894-1972）十歲那年遇見了比她大兩歲的 Vita，結(jié)為好友。14歲那年，Violet 向 Vita 告白，送給 Vita 那枚古老的戒指（劇中她一直戴的那枚）。但兩人并沒有生活在一起。 直到1910年，Violet 一家搬回 London 的 Grosvenor Street。Violet 發(fā)現(xiàn)了 Vita 和 Rosamund Grosvenor 的關(guān)系并且很快要結(jié)婚了，于是訂婚使 Vita 吃醋…… 1918年，兩人身處熱戀狀態(tài)中，作出很多當時社會規(guī)范覺得出格的事情，比如一起去巴黎玩…… 1919年，Violet 結(jié)婚。 1020年，兩人私奔到巴黎，兩位丈夫前來尋妻，Vita 的丈夫 Harold 告訴她 Violet 對她不忠（對象是她丈夫），Vita 非常生氣，兩人關(guān)系破裂。 1921年，兩人最后在法國又旅行了一次。在 Harold 的威脅下，兩人正式分手。Violet 被送往意大利，被禁止給 Vita 寫信。她寫了一份特別絕望的信給她們共同的朋友 Pat Dansey。 1940年，因為二戰(zhàn) Violet 回到倫敦，兩人時隔二十年再見，又恢復了情真意切的通信。直至1962年 Vita 去世。十年后 Violet 去世。

對這段關(guān)系頗為了解的伍爾夫?qū)懥艘槐尽秺W蘭多》送給 Vita，主角就是 Vita，Violet 在里面是俄羅斯公主 Sasha。

靈魂伴侶：Virginia Woolf

1922年，Vita 在一場聚會上認識了伍爾夫。1925年兩人相戀，持續(xù)了十年，高峰期在1925-1928年左右。她們之間有很多情意綿綿的情書，比如：

1926，Vita to 伍爾夫， （此時 Vita 去非洲旅行了）

I am reduced to a thing that wants Virginia. I composed a beautiful letter to you in the sleepless nightmare hours of the night, and it has all gone: I just miss you, in a quite simple desperate human way. You, with all your un-dumb letters, would never write so elementary a phrase as that; perhaps you wouldn’t even feel it. And yet I believe you’ll be sensible of a little gap. But you’d clothe it in so exquisite a phrase that it would lose a little of its reality. Whereas with me it is quite stark: I miss you even more than I could have believed; and I was prepared to miss you a good deal. So this letter is just really a squeal of pain. It is incredible how essential to me you have become. I suppose you are accustomed to people saying these things. Damn you, spoilt creature; I shan’t make you love me any the more by giving myself away like this — but oh my dear, I can’t be clever and stand-offish with you: I love you too much for that. Too truly. You have no idea how stand-offish I can be with people I don’t love. I have brought it to a fine art. But you have broken down my defences. And I don’t really resent it.”

伍爾夫回復，

Your letter came this morning — But why do you think I don’t feel, or that I make phrases? “Lovely phrases” you say which rob things of reality. Just the opposite. Always, always, always I try to say what I feel. Will you then believe that after you went last Tuesday — exactly a week ago — out I went into the slums of Bloomsbury, to find a barrel organ. But it did not make me cheerful … And ever since, nothing important has happened — Somehow it’s dull and damp. I have been dull; I have missed you. I do miss you. I shall miss you. And if you don’t believe it, you’re a longeared owl and ass.

1927，伍爾夫 to Vita（我心中的情書最佳），

Look here Vita — throw over your man, and we’ll go to Hampton Court and dine on the river together and walk in the garden in the moonlight and come home late and have a bottle of wine and get tipsy, and I’ll tell you all the things I have in my head, millions, myriads — They won’t stir by day, only by dark on the river. Think of that. Throw over your man, I say, and come.” 看這兒，Vita——忘卻你的男人吧，然后我們就去漢普頓宮，在河邊共進晚餐，在月光下的花園里散步，晚點兒回家，再喝上一瓶紅酒。我會將我腦海里的一切都傾訴給你，千萬百萬，無窮無盡——歲月不能使它們渾濁，唯有幽黯的長河才能。想想那些吧。我說了，忘掉你的男人，跟我來。

當然，什么都比不過伍爾夫的那本《奧蘭多》。Vita 的兒子，Nigel Nicolson 說這本書是「the longest and most charming love-letter in literature.」

我好看我人人愛我就是不能有空窗期我要腳踏很多條船

其他同性戀人包括： 1927年，Mary Garman，布魯姆斯伯里團體（包括作家、藝術(shù)家和知識分子）的一員（Vita 你真喜歡文學圈啊……忘了說 Violet Keppel 也是作家） 1929-1931，Hilda Matheson，bbc制作人。 1931，Vita 和新聞記者Evelyn Irons 和記者的情人 Olive Rinder 玩3p……但記者第二年遇見了 Joy McSweeney 甩了 Vita。

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補充一封 Violet to Vita 的情書（引自：Primary Article Sources） Violet Trefusis, letter to Vita Sackville-West (March 1919)

My own sweet love, I am writing this at 2 o'clock in the morning at the conclusion of the most cruelly ironical clay I have spent in my life. This evening I was taken to a ball of some good people. Chinday had previously told all her friends I was engaged so I was congratulated by everyone I knew there. I could have screamed aloud. Mitya, I can't face this existence. I shall see you once again on Monday and it depends on you whether we shall ever see each other again. It is really wicked and horrible. I am losing every atom of self-respect I ever possessed. I hate myself. 0 Mitya, what have you done to me? 0 my darling, precious love, what is going to become of use I want you every second and every hour of the day, yet I am being slowly and inexorably tied to somebody else... Sometimes I am flooded by an agony of physical longing for you... a craving for your nearness and your touch. At other times I feel I should be quite content if I could only hear the sound of your voice. I try so hard to imagine your lips on mine. Never was there such a pitiful imagining.... Darling, whatever it may cost us, my mother won't be cross with you any more. I suppose this ridiculous engagement will set her mind at rest.... Nothing and no one in the world could kill the love I have for you. I have surrendered my whole individuality, the very essence of my being to you. I have given you my body time after time to treat as you pleased, to tear to pieces if such had been your will. All the hoardings of my imagination I have laid bare to you. There isn't a recess in my brain into which you haven't penetrated. I have clung to you and caressed you and slept with you and I would like to tell the whole world I clamour for you.... You are my lover and I am your mistress, and kingdoms and empires and governments have tottered and succumbed before now to that mighty combination - the most powerful in the world.