无授权摘抄一则
Evil Cradling (by Theeventualwinner)
Chapter 4
https://archiveofourown.org/chapters/10762226
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蘑菇'论苦难'的一段。蝶茧应当是借用自《沉默的羔羊》。
目前为止似乎只有tew有能力写出蘑菇应有的'eloquence'。并且这一段在我看来十分贴近原作尤其是第一纪时期蘑菇的思维方式。
“Yet some who dwell upon mine earth hold strange philosophies, the Moriquendi in their filthy caverns preach that the phenomena of pain might be perceived as an evolution, an overcoming. A transcendence of will, for upon its endurance or in the throes of its aftermath one might find ecstasy, or clarity, or forgiveness, or whatever empty platitude one seeks as a balm for his vices. A quaint belief they hold, yet compelling in argument. So tell me then, Maitimo, what might you discern the purpose of pain to be?”
A cry of discomfort rocked over Maedhros’ lips as the cold thing upon him nudged over too-sensitive flesh; it banished both words and focus from his mind in the shock of its touch, and it was all that he could do to swallow down the cry that welled up in his throat as Morgoth purred, “A poor answer, elfling, yet perhaps such enlightenments elude us in moments of distress. Objectivity becomes dissolute, the visceral becomes the actual. Such momentous decisions might best be left to more opportune percolations of clarity, hmm?”
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“Very good,” Morgoth purred, and from where he stood now at the side of his lord, a condescending smile rolled over Mairon’s lips.
“Some believe the chrysalis to be a symbol of hope,” the Moringotto drawled, and silkily he looked to the pupa in his hand. “The vermin of the woods worship the fluttering imagos that emerge from their slumbers as signs of divinity, as the transcendence of what is base and squalid in this world to a thing of beauty, for so the wriggling larva unveils its wings and is more sacred than it was before. Pain, suffering, hardship; oft I have heard it said amongst your snivelling kindred, amongst even my brethren themselves that these serve some higher purpose, that agony might be their chrysalis, a vessel of salvation that once come to its end might reveal its cargo in beauty and glory unparalleled to what it was before.”
“They are mistaken,” Morgoth snarled, and how Maedhros quailed before the feyness that glittered in his eyes. “For in species come to flourish under my realm there comes no imago, no delicate moth nor flitting butterfly to emerge from the filth of its womb. The chrysalis is no vessel of transformation, no holy deliverance does it bear. It is an execution chamber. Tissues dissolve, viscera decays, flesh melts in the fury of its own acid and it bears forth no fruit, no salvation save for the cold embrace of the grave.”
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“There is no honour in your suffering, elfling, nor dignity in your disgrace. You kneel before me like a craven beast, and pretences of righteousness will not save you.”
And how Maedhros choked as the chrysalis scraped over the sensitive tissues at the back of his throat, he retched and spluttered but even as he tried to spit it out then swiftly the lieutenant stepped forward, and a thick, leather gag Mairon fastened about his face.
“Your metamorphosis is death.”
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