9. Au Revoir

9 Au Revoir Etoile and Stanley stood together beneath the Arc de Triomphe, a giant monument shaped like an arch in the center of the city. The lights of Paris twinkled around them. "I feel so small standing here," said Etoile. "I feel flat," said Stanley, "like usual." Etoile laughed. "Will you write me?" she asked. Stanley nodded. Then he said, "Maybe one day I can come visit by airmail." "I hope so," said Etoile. Neither of them said anything for a long time. "It's time for me to go," Stanley said at last. "Au revoir, Etoile." "Au revoir, Stanley."

Au Revoir Etoile和Stanley一起站在凯旋门下面，凯旋门是位于城市中心的一个像拱门的巨大纪念碑。 巴黎的灯光在他们周围闪烁。 “站在这里，我觉得自己很渺小，”埃托勒说。 “我觉得没精打采，”斯坦利说，“像往常一样。” 演员名笑了。“你会给我写信吗?”她问。 斯坦利点点头。然后他说:“也许有一天我可以通过航空邮件来看你。” “我希望如此，”埃托勒说。很长一段时间，他们俩谁也没说一句话。 “我该走了。”斯坦利终于说。 “再见，星星”。“再见，斯坦利。”

She turned to walk away—and then she spun around and gave Stanley a hug and a kiss on the cheek. And in that moment, the evening breeze almost blew him away. One afternoon, several weeks later, Stanley and his brother, Arthur, were lying on their beds in their room, daydreaming of Paris.

她转身走开——然后她转过身来，给了斯坦利一个拥抱，并在他的脸颊上亲了一下。 就在那一刻，晚风几乎把他吹走了。 几个星期后的一天下午，斯坦利和他的弟弟阿瑟躺在房间的床上，做着巴黎的白日梦。

Arthur groaned. "I would give anything to have one more Crêpe Stanley. I can't believe I ate all forty-six of them the night you got home." "Why don't you write Aunt Simone?" Stanley said. "I bet she could get Chef Lillou to send you some more." "Why don't you just climb in an envelope and go get me some more?" replied Arthur. "Why don't I flatten you with a bulletin board and then you can climb into an envelope?" teased Stanley. Stanley reached under his pillow, and pulled out the latest letter from Etoile. He never got tired of rereading her letters.

亚瑟呻吟着。“我愿意付出一切，只要再多一个Crêpe斯坦利。 真不敢相信你回家的那天晚上，我把四十六个都吃光了。” “你为什么不给西蒙娜阿姨写信呢?”斯坦利说。 “我敢打赌，她能让利卢大厨再给你送一些来。” “你为什么不钻进信封里去给我多拿一些呢?”阿瑟回答。 “要不我用布告板把你压扁，然后你就可以爬进一个信封了?”斯坦利揶揄道。 斯坦利把手伸到枕头底下，拿出了埃托勒寄来的最新一封信。 他不厌其烦地重读她的信。

One of her paintings had been accepted into a special exhibition of young artists' work. It was a portrait of him called La Terre Est Plate: "The World Is Flat." He glanced up at his wall. Next to his bulletin board, he'd hung the T-shirt he was wearing the day they'd met—the one that she had painted on. He thought it was a masterpiece. He tucked the letter back under his pillow.

她的一幅画已被一个青年艺术家作品特展接受。 那是他的一幅肖像，名为《La Terre Est Plate》:“世界是平的。” 他抬头看了看墙壁。 在他的布告栏旁边，他挂着他们见面那天他穿的t恤——就是她画在上面的那件。 他认为这是一件杰作。 他把信塞回枕头底下。

Arthur suddenly jumped from his bed and onto Stanley's. "I know how we can make more," said Arthur with a devilish grin, towering over Stanley. "Arthur, don't—" Stanley said. "S'il vous plait," Arthur said. "May I please have..." "Arthur!" Stanley giggled. Arthur leaped in the air and threw himself down on Stanley, rolling over his body like a rolling pin. "Crêpe Stanley!" he shouted.

阿瑟突然从床上跳起来，跳到斯坦利的床上。 “我知道我们怎么能制造更多。”阿瑟说，咧嘴一笑，比斯坦利高得多。 “亚瑟，别——”斯坦利说。 “好吧。”阿瑟说。 “请给我……”“亚瑟!”斯坦利咯咯笑了。 阿瑟一跃而起，扑到斯坦利身上，像擀面杖一样在他身上翻滚。 “Crêpe斯坦利!”他喊道。