碧空621 ゴーストがかかる惑星の断面

621　ゴーストがかかる惑星の断面 　・・・they travelled to the West Side on the shuttle,walked through the dank corridors of the 42nd Street station,and went down another set of stairs to the IRT trains.Seven or eight minutes later they boarded the Broadway express,careened uptown for two long stops,and got off at 96th Street.Slowly making their way up the final staircase・・・they surfaced on the corner and entered the indigo evening・・・he began walking up Broadway along the east side of the street.For several minutes Quinn toyed with the irrational coviction that Stillman was walking toward his house on 107th street.But before he could indulge himself in a full-blown panic,Stillman stopped at the corner of 99th Street,waited for the light to change from red to green,and crossed over to the other side of Broadway.Halfway up the block there was a small fleabag for down-and-outs,the Hotel Harmony.・・・Quinn stood outside the glass-panelled door and saw the professor walk up to the desk・・・ and disappear into the elevator・・・ 　・・・Stillman was gone now.The old man had become part of the city・・・had become a counterpoint to his steps,a metronome beating steadily inside the random noises of the city・・・He walked down Broadway to 72nd Street ,turned east to Central Park West,and followed it to 59th Street and the statue of Columbus.There he turned east once again,moving along Central Park South until Madison Avenue,and then cut right,walking downtown to Grand Central Station.After circling haphazardly for a few blocks,he continued south for a mile,came to the juncture of Broadway and Fifth Avenue at 23rd Street,paused to look at the Flatilon Building,and then shifted course,taking a westward turn until he reached Seventh Avenue,at which point he veered left and progressed further downtown.At Sheridan Square he turned east again,ambling down Wavery Place,crossing Sixth Avenue,and continuing on to Washington Square.He walked through the arch and made his way south among the crowds,stopping momentarily to watch a juggler perform on a slack rope stretched between a light pole and a tree trunk.Then he left the little park at its downtown east corner,went through the university housing project with its patches of green grass,and turned right at Houston Street.At West Broadway he turned again,this time to the left,and proceeded onward to Canal.Angling slightly to his right,he passed through a vest pocket park and swung around to Varick Street,walked by number 6,where he had once lived,and then regained his southern course,picking up West Broadway again where it merged with Varick.West Broadway took him to the base of the World Trade Centre and on into the lobby of one of the towers,where he made thirteenth call of the day to Virginia Stillman.Quinn decided to eat something,entered one of the fast food places on the ground floor・・・Afterwards,he walked east again,wandering through the narrow streets of the financial district,and then headed further south,towards Bowling Green,where he saw the water and seagulls above it,careening in the midday light.For a moment he cnsidered taking a ride on the Staten Island ferry,but then thought better of it and began tracking his way to the north.At Fulton Street he slid to his right and followed the north-eastward path of East Broadway,which led through the miasma of the Lower East Side and then up into Chinatown.From there he found the Bowery,which carried him along to Fourteenth Street.He then hooked left,cut diagonally through Union Square,and continued uptown along Park Avenue South.At 23rd Street he jockeyed north.A few blocks later he jutted right again,went one block to the east,and then walked up Third Avenue for a while.At 32nd Street he turned right,came upon Second Avenue,turned left,moved uptown another three blocks,and then turned right one last time,whereupon he met up with First Avenue.He then walked remaining seven blocks to the United Nations and decided to take a short rest・・・ 　・・・At 57th Street he turned left and walked to Park Avenue.There he turned right and went on walking north until 69th Street,at which point he turned onto the Stillmans'block.The building looked the same as it had on the first day.He glanced up to see if there were any lights in the apartment・・・(「City of Glass」P.Auster) 　聖杯探しでは、手段が目的化する。どこかへ到達するための道は、歩行が何かを獲得したり達成したりするための手段ではなくなるようにして、どこへも導かない。Quinn が南下し続けるのは、環境のノイズや網膜像を体表に転写して気配を掻き消すことそのもの、下降であり、不断に世界の終わりに出てしまうのである。 　Quinn が（Wakefield(N.Hawthorne)のように、何年も過ぎてから帰郷した船乗りのように）アパートの窓に灯がともっていないか見上げるのは、死の練習であるが、死は地上を遺すのであるから地上こそは痕跡であり、この痕跡としての地上が代表する全体に死は進化（零落）する。それは、他の誰かを要請しないが、しかも覗き穴から窃視しないではいられない突然変異であり、誰でもない全体には何の意味もなく、しかしそのためにこそ、意味の全容が霧や眠気のようにかかり、漠とした目的の 気配が上がって来て眩暈を誘発する。今を主張するNew Yorkの吐く息は、今を主張する幽霊船としての全容を現すが、この位置異常(ectopia )は中心の症状に次元減衰して、カノンがかかっている。