伴随着BGM响起，压抑的预感直接涌上来，第一次打开的时候是半夜，没有勇气看下去，于是选择了一个阳光明媚的早晨~第一集的主题选择了边缘人中的边缘人，没想到最后给了一个HE。一直惴惴不安地等，等陪审团说“guilty”，又隐隐期盼着那个“not”。这一集讲的，就是一个关于美丽的故事。豆叔展现真实的自我上街，是他自信的美丽；面对各色人等的不屑和蔑视，能保持住平静的心，是从容的美丽；而为了自己的爱人，是绽放的美丽。看到一半就太揪心，次次为了等待爱人的到来，精心打扮；面对电话留言机里的哀求，总是忍不住就pick up；为了Tony的一句“我们一起走”，瞬间绽放笑容；轻快地跑着下楼梯的脚步，还有在课堂上的激情朗诵，简直是整个人都亮了起来。而对方是那样的狰狞，在人来人往的大街上甩狠话，将现实的生活和夜晚完完全全分割开来。Tony是懦弱的，正如诸多出轨的男人，口口声声说着我爱我的妻子，一边却拼命搅动自己心中那所谓的“死水”。之所以说是HE，还因为Tony在看到Simon出狱时，那个带着愧疚和喜悦的笑容。在网上找出来了那首诗， 开始只是作为亚瑟王的历史迷，对camelot这个词条件反射，后来大叔念来的感觉，听起来好美The Lady of ShallottPart I. On either side the river lieLong fields of barley and of rye,That clothe the wold and meet the sky;And thro' the field the road runs byTo many-tower'd Camelot;And up and down the people go,Gazing where the lilies blowRound an island there below,The island of Shalott. Willows whiten, aspens quiver,Little breezes dusk and shiverThro' the wave that runs for everBy the island in the riverFlowing down to Camelot.Four gray walls, and four gray towers,Overlook a space of flowers,And the silent isle imbowersThe Lady of Shalott. By the margin, willow-veil'dSlide the heavy barges trail'dBy slow horses; and unhail'dThe shallop flitteth silken-sail'dSkimming down to Camelot:But who hath seen her wave her hand?Or at the casement seen her stand?Or is she known in all the land,The Lady of Shalott? Only reapers, reaping earlyIn among the bearded barley,Hear a song that echoes cheerlyFrom the river winding clearly,Down to tower'd Camelot:And by the moon the reaper weary,Piling sheaves in uplands airy,Listening, whispers "'Tis the fairyLady of Shalott." Part II. There she weaves by night and dayA magic web with colours gay.She has heard a whisper say,A curse is on her if she stayTo look down to Camelot.She knows not what the curse may be,And so she weaveth steadily,And little other care hath she,The Lady of Shalott. And moving thro' a mirror clearThat hangs before her all the year,Shadows of the world appear.There she sees the highway nearWinding down to Camelot:There the river eddy whirls,And there the surly village-churls,And the red cloaks of market girls,Pass onward from Shalott. Sometimes a troop of damsels glad,An abbot on an ambling pad,Sometimes a curly shepherd-lad,Or long-hair'd page in crimson clad,Goes by to tower'd Camelot;And sometimes thro' the mirror blueThe knights come riding two and two:She hath no loyal knight and true,The Lady of Shalott. But in her web she still delightsTo weave the mirror's magic sights,For often thro' the silent nightsA funeral, with plumes and lightsAnd music, went to Camelot:Or when the moon was overhead,Came two young lovers lately wed;"I am half-sick of shadows," saidThe Lady of Shalott. Part III. A bow-shot from her bower-eaves,He rode between the barley-sheaves,The sun came dazzling thro' the leaves,And flamed upon the brazen greavesOf bold Sir Lancelot.A redcross knight for ever kneel'dTo a lady in his shield,That sparkled on the yellow field,Beside remote Shalott. The gemmy bridle glitter'd free,Like to some branch of stars we seeHung in the golden Galaxy.The bridle-bells rang merrilyAs he rode down to Camelot:And from his blazon'd baldric slungA mighty silver bugle hung,And as he rode his armour rung,Beside remote Shalott. All in the blue unclouded weatherThick-jewell'd shone the saddle-leather,The helmet and the helmet-featherBurn'd like one burning flame together,As he rode down to Camelot.As often thro' the purple night,Below the starry clusters bright,Some bearded meteor, trailing light,Moves over still Shalott. His broad clear brow in sunlight glow'd;On burnish'd hooves his war-horse trode;From underneath his helmet flow'dHis coal-black curls as on he rode,As he rode down to Camelot.From the bank and from the riverHe flash'd into the crystal mirror,"Tirra lirra," by the riverSang Sir Lancelot. She left the web, she left the loom,She made three paces thro' the room,She saw the water-lily bloom,She saw the helmet and the plume,She look'd down to Camelot.Out flew the web and floated wide;The mirror crack'd from side to side;"The curse is come upon me," criedThe Lady of Shalott. Part IV. In the stormy east-wind straining,The pale-yellow woods were waning,The broad stream in his banks complaining,Heavily the low sky rainingOver tower'd Camelot;Down she came and found a boatBeneath a willow left afloat,And round about the prow she wroteThe Lady of Shalott. And down the river's dim expanse--Like some bold seer in a trance,Seeing all his own mischance--With a glassy countenanceDid she look to Camelot.And at the closing of the dayShe loosed the chain, and down she lay;The broad stream bore her far away,The Lady of Shalott. Lying, robed in snowy whiteThat loosely flew to left and right--The leaves upon her falling light--Thro' the noises of the nightShe floated down to Camelot:And as the boat-head wound alongThe willowy hills and fields among,They heard her singing her last song,The Lady of Shalott. Heard a carol, mournful, holy,Chanted loudly, chanted lowly,Till her blood was frozen slowly,And her eyes were darken'd wholly,Turn'd to tower'd Camelot;For ere she reach'd upon the tideThe first house by the water-side,Singing in her song she died,The Lady of Shalott. Under tower and balcony,By garden-wall and gallery,A gleaming shape she floated by,A corse between the houses high,Silent into Camelot.Out upon the wharfs they came,Knight and burgher, lord and dame,And round the prow they read her name,The Lady of Shalott. Who is this? and what is here?And in the lighted palace nearDied the sound of royal cheer;And they cross'd themselves for fear,All the knights at Camelot:But Lancelot mused a little space;He said, "She has a lovely face;God in his mercy lend her grace,The Lady of Shalott. by Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1842)