海上鋼琴師 The legend of 1900 雖然可以理解1900不下船的原因，但是仍然感覺惋惜。一直在腦海里盤桓著讓人久久回味的兩段臺(tái)詞： 【1】Max 和店鋪老板的對(duì)話 1900 was 8 years old then. He’d made the trip between Europe and America about fifty times, I imaged. The ocean was his home.? Yeah, and his skins was covered in scales, and he had two fins, instead of arms! It’s all true, Pops. You can bet your soul on it. That’s absurd! The God’s truth. He never set foot on dry land. Never. He’d seen it from the ports a hundred times, but he never got off the boat. Problem was, as for as the world was concerned he didn’t even exist. There wasn’t a city, a parish, a hospital, jail or baseball team that had his name any place.?He didn’t have a country. He didn’t even have a birth date. No family. He was eight years old, but officially, he had never even been born.? 【2】1900和Max 在弗吉尼亞號(hào)上最后的對(duì)話 All that city, you just couldn’t see an end to it. The end! Please? You please just show me where it ends? It was all very well on that gangway, and I was grand, too, in my overcoat. I cut quite a figure. And I was getting off, guaranteed. That’s wasn’t the problem. It wasn’t what I saw that stopped me, Max. It was what I didn’t see. Can you understand that?? What I didn’t see.? In all that sprawling city, there was everything except an end. There was no end. What I did not see was where the whole thing came to an end, the end of the world. You take a piano, keys begin, keys end. You know there are 88 of them, nobody can tell you any different. They are not infinite, you are infinite. And on those keys, the music that you can make is infinite. I like that. That I can live by. You get me up on that gangway, and you roll out in front of me, the keyboard of millions and billions of keys that never end. And that’s the truth, Max, that they never end. That keyboard is infinite. And if that keyboard is infinite, then on that keyboard there is no music you can play. You’re sitting on the wrong bench. That’s God’s piano. Christ, did you see the streets? Just the streets. There were thousands of them. How do you do it down there? How do you choose just one? One woman, one house, one place of land to call your own, one landscape to look at, one way to die. All that world just weighing down on you. You don’t even know where it comes to an end. I mean, aren’t you just scared of breaking apart at the thought of it, at the enormity of living it? I was born on this ship, and the world passed me by, but two thousand people at a time. And there were wishes here, but never more than fit between prow and stern. You played out your happiness on a piano that was not infinite. I leaned to live that way. Land? Land is a ship too big for me. It’s a woman too beautiful. It’s a voyage too long. Perfume too strong. It’s music I don’t know how to make. I could never get off this ship. At best, I can step off my life. After all, I don’t exist for anyone. You’re the exception, Max. You’re the only one who knows that I’m here. You’re a minority. And you’d better get used to it.?Forgive me, my friend. But I’m not getting off.