[アナ訳] デイヴィッド・フォスター・ウォレスのスピーチ、”This is water” [パート8]


シリーズ第8回目、 David Foster Wallace の卒業スピーチの読解、アナ訳の続きです。

Or, of course, if I’m in a more socially conscious liberal arts form of my default setting,


I can spend time in the end-of-the-day traffic being disgusted about all the huge, stupid, lane-blocking SUV’s and Hummers and V-12 pickup trucks, burning their wasteful, selfish, 40-gallon tanks of gas, and I can dwell on the fact that the patriotic or religious bumper-stickers always seem to be on the biggest, most disgustingly selfish vehicles, driven by the ugliest [responding here to loud applause] — this is an example of how NOT to think, though — most disgustingly selfish vehicles, driven by the ugliest, most inconsiderate and aggressive drivers.

帰宅ラッシュにつかまっている間に幻滅して腹を立てている事だろう、以下の事について: 巨大で、馬鹿げた、車線を塞ぐようなSUVやハマー(大きなジープタイプの車)、12気筒のトラックが無駄で利己的な40ガロン容量のガソリンタンクのガソリンを燃やしている事に。そして考察しているだろう、以下の事実について(事実→)愛国心や宗教関係のステッカーを貼っている車は大概、最も大きく利己的な車で、その運転手は最も醜い様に思われること。[ここで観客の拍手に答えて] ーこれはこの様に考えてはいけないという例ですがー(そんなステッカーが貼ってある車は)最も嫌悪すべき利己的な車で、その運転手は最も醜悪で他人の事はお構い無しの荒い運転をする人間の様に思える。(という事について考察する。)

And I can think about how our children’s children will despise us for wasting all the future’s fuel, and probably screwing up the climate, and how spoiled and stupid and selfish and disgusting we all are, and how modern consumer society just sucks, and so forth and so on.


You get the idea.


If I choose to think this way in a store and on the freeway, fine.


Lots of us do.


Except thinking this way tends to be so easy and automatic that it doesn’t have to be a choice.


It is my natural default setting.


It’s the automatic way that I experience the boring, frustrating, crowded parts of adult life when I’m operating on the automatic, unconscious belief that I am the centre of the world, and that my immediate needs and feelings are what should determine the world’s priorities.


The thing is that, of course, there are totally different ways to think about these kinds of situations.


In this traffic, all these vehicles stopped and idling in my way, it’s not impossible that some of these people in SUV’s have been in horrible auto accidents in the past, and now find driving so terrifying that their therapist has all but ordered them to get a huge, heavy SUV so they can feel safe enough to drive.


Or that the Hummer that just cut me off is maybe being driven by a father whose little child is hurt or sick in the seat next to him, and he’s trying to get this kid to the hospital, and he’s in a bigger, more legitimate hurry than I am: it is actually I who am in HIS way.


Or I can choose to force myself to consider the likelihood that everyone else in the supermarket’s checkout line is just as bored and frustrated as I am, and that some of these people probably have harder, more tedious and painful lives than I do.