我记得清清楚楚,可是手头没有那封信,它跟许多其它值得珍惜的文件一样不见了。那是一张粗糙的纸页,上面密密地写了几行字,笔迹圆润有力。我不愿意把他没有说过的话强加于他,可是我清晰地记得信中大意:“……我见到了你刚出版的《毁灭或爱情》……这本书遍购无着……如果你能惠寄一册,我将非常感激……目前我在马德里,打算长住下去……”后面的署名一字不 I remember perfectly well, but without the letter at hand, it disappeared like many other treasured documents. It was a rough piece of paper, a few lines above the densely written, mellow handwriting. I do not want to impose on him what he has not said, but I clearly remembered the letter: “... I saw your newly published” Destruction or Love ... “ I’m grateful that you can send me a copy ... I am currently in Madrid and intend to stay long ... ”