欲望号街车

新奥尔良是一个奇特的城市。在远离它的时光里，我会突然想起午后阳光下的西班牙雕花阑杆的阳台上的一地花瓣，黄昏里小酒馆门前的煤气风灯随风摇曳的火苗，窗外的密西西比河浑浊的水流，黎明时分台阶上的早报和散发着菊苟清苦香气的咖啡⋯

而当那辆红色的欲望号街车叮叮咚咚地开过来的那一瞬间，Tennessee Williams经过我的身边：

“Don't you just love those long rainy afternoons in New Orleans when an hour isn't just an hour - but a little piece of eternity dropped into your hands - and who knows what to do with it?” 

“The rest of my days I'm going to spend on the sea. And when I die, I'm going to die on the sea. You know what I shall die of? I shall die of eating an unwashed grape. One day out on the ocean I will die--with my hand in the hand of some nice looking ship's doctor, a very young one with a small blond moustache and a big silver watch. ” 

＂Well, honey, a shot never does a coke any harm!”

“I don't want realism. I want magic!” 

“I have always depended on the kindness of strangers.” 

― Tennessee Williams, A Streetcar Named Desire