Bridget Jones's Diary 精彩片段：
APRIL INNER POISE
Sunday 2 April 9st, alcohol units 0 (marvellous), cigarettes 0, calories 2250.
I read in an article that Kathleen Tynan, late. Wife of the late Kenneth, had inner poise and, when writing, was to be found immaculately dressed, sitting at a small table in the centre of the room sipping at a glass of chilled white, wine. Kathleen Tynan would not, when late with a press release for Perpetua, lie fully dressed and terrified under the duvet, chain-smoking, glugging cold sake out of a beaker and putting on make-up as a hysterical displacement activity. Kathleen Tynan would not allow Daniel Cleaver to sleep with her whenever he felt like it but not be her boyfriends Nor would she become insensible with drink and be sick. Wish to be like Kathleen Tynan (though not, obviously, dead).
Lately, therefore, whenever things have risked ranging out of control, I have repeated the phrase inner poise and imagined myself wearing white linen and sitting at a table with flowers on it.
Inner poise. No fags for six days now. Have assumed air of dignified hauteur with Daniel and not messaged, flirted or slept with him for three weeks. Only three alcohol units consumed over the last week as grudging concession to Tom, who complained that spending the evening with the new vice-free me was like going out for dinner with a whelk, scallop or other flaccid sea-creature.
My body is a temple. I wonder if its time to go to bed yet? Oh no, its only 8.30. Inner poise.
Ooh. Telephone.
9 p.m. It was my father, speaking in a weird, disconnected voice, almost as if he were a dalek.
Bridget. Turn your television set to BBC 1.’
I switched channels and lurched in horror. It was trailer for the Anne and Nick show and there, frozen in a video-effect diamond between Anne and Nick on the sofa, was my mother, all bouffed and made-up, as if she were Katie Bloody Boyle or someone.
Nick, said Anne pleasantly.
. . . and well be introducing, our new Springtime Slot, said Nick, "Suddenly Single" — a dilemma being faced by a growing number of women. Anne.’
And introducing spanking new presenter Pam Jones said Anne. "Suddenly Single" herself and making her TV debut.’
While Anne was speaking my mother unfroze within the diamond, which started whooshing towards the front of the screen, obscuring Anne and Nick, and revealing, as it did so, that my mother was thrusting a microphone under the nose of a mousy-looking woman.
Have you had suicidal thoughts? boomed my mother.