火星狗 wrote:答案风中漂，意淫无极限
Are people really "higher" when reading if they know the author is 弯？
No，除非他写出这类可疑文字时：
A man in a dark blue Russian tunic and shiny black puttees and flaring breeches stood in the half-open gates. He was a dark, good-looking lad, with plenty of shoulders and shiny smooth hair and the peak on his rakish cap made a soft shadow over his eyes. He had a cigarette in the corner of his mouth and he held his head tilted a little, as if he liked to keep the smoke out of his nose. One hand had a smooth black gauntlet on it and the other was bare. There was a heavy ring on his third finger.
There was no number in sight, but this should be 862. I stopped my car and leaned out and asked him. It took him a long time to answer. He had to look me over very carefully. Also the car I was driving. He came over to me and as he came he carelessly dropped his ungloved hand towards his hip. It was the kind of carelessness that was meant to be noticed.
He stopped a couple of feet away from my car and looked me over again.
"I'm looking for the Grayle residence," I said.
"This is it. Nobody in."
"I'm expected."
He nodded. His eyes gleamed like water. "Name?"
"Philip Marlowe."
"Wait there." He strolled, without hurry, over to the gates and unlocked an iron door set into one of the massive pillars. There was a telephone inside. He spoke briefly into it, snapped the door shut, and came back to me.
"You have some identification."
I let him look at the license on the steering post. "That doesn't prove anything," he said. "How do I know it's your car?"
I pulled the key out of the ignition and threw the door open and got out. That put me about a foot from him. He had a nice breath. Haig and Haig at least.
"You've been at the sideboy again," I said.
He smiled. His eyes measured me. I said:
"Listen, I'll talk to the butler over that phone and he'll know my voice. Will that pass me in or do I have to ride on your back?"
"I just work here," he said softly. "If I didn't--" he let the rest hang in the air, and kept on smiling.
"You're a nice lad," I said and patted his shoulder. "Dartmouth or Dannemora?"
"Christ," he said. "Why didn't you say you were a cop?"
We both grinned. He waved his hand and I went in through the half open gate.
(Farewell My Lovely)
另据imdb的小道消息，Clive Owen 可能会在一部现筹备中的影片中扮演Philip Marlowe，不知道能否成真。
