Unspeakable Practices, Unnatural Acts 精彩片段：
A Few Moments of Sleeping and Waking
EDWARD WOKE up. Pia was already awake.
"What did you dream?"
"You were my brother," Pia said. "We were mak?ing a film. You were the hero. It was a costume film. You had a cape and a sword. You were jump?ing about, jumping on tables. But in the second half of the film you had lost all your weight. You were thin. The film was ruined. The parts didnt match."
"I was your brother?"
Scarlatti from the radio. It was Sunday. Pete sat at the breakfast table. Pete was a doctor on an American nuclear submarine, a psychiatrist. He had just come off patrol, fifty-eight days under the water. Pia gave Pete scrambled eggs with mush?rooms, wienerbrod, salami with red wine in it, bacon. Pete interpreted Pias dream.
"Edward was your brother?"
"Yes."
"And your real brother is going to Italy, you said."
"Yes."
"It may be something as simple as a desire to travel."
Edward and Pia and Pete went for a boat ride, a tour of the Copenhagen harbor. The boat held one hundred and twenty tourists. They sat, four tour?ists abreast, on either side of the aisle. A guide spoke into a microphone in Danish, French, Ger?man, and English, telling the tourists what was in the harbor.
"I interpreted that dream very sketchily," Pete said to Edward.
"Yes."
"I could have done a lot more with it."