On Never Let Me Go ᳸The Abyss beneath Our Illusory Sense of Connection with the World᳸ ⚟஭┴❧຾ᒣ㧗➼Ꮫᰯ ᩍㅍ ✄ ⴥ ⰾ ᫂ ࡣ ࡌ ࡵ ࡟ Never Let Me Go ࡣ࢝ࢬ࣭࢜࢖ࢩࢢࣟ (Kazuo Ishiguro, 1954- ) ࡀ 2005 ᖺ࡟Ⓨ⾲ࡋࡓ㛗⦅➨㸴స࡛ ࠶ࡿࠋே㛫࡟⛣᳜⏝⮚ჾࢆᥦ౪ࡍࡿ࡭ࡃ⫱࡚ࡽࢀࡿࢡ࣮ࣟࣥࡢ୍ே Kathy H. ࢆ୺ேබ࡜ࡋࠊ⤊ጞᙼ ዪࡢᅇ᝿ࢆ㏻ࡋ࡚≀ㄒࡀᒎ㛤ࡍࡿࠋࡑࡇ࡛ㄒࡽࢀࡿࡢࡣࠊࢡ࣮ࣟࣥࡓࡕࡀᕫࡢቃ㐝࣭㐠࿨ࢆᚎࠎ࡟ ᝅࡗ࡚࠸ࡃ㐣⛬࡜ࠊ㣴⫱ࡍࡿ᪋タ࠾ࡼࡧࡑࢀࢆタႠ࣭㐠Ⴀࡍࡿ♫఍ࢩࢫࢸ࣒ࡢᐇయ࡛࠶ࡿࠋࡕ࡞ࡳ ࡟ࢡ࣮ࣟࣥࡓࡕࡣࠊࡲࡎ carerࠕ௓ㆤேࠖ࡜ࡋ࡚⮚ჾࢆᥦ౪ࡍࡿ donorࠕᥦ౪⪅ࠖࡢୡヰ࡟ᑵࡁࠊ᭱ ⤊ⓗ࡟ࡣ⮬ศࡶᗄᗘ࠿⮚ჾࢆᥦ౪ࡋ࡚ completeࠕ௵ົ᏶஢ࠖࠊࡘࡲࡾṚࢆ㏄࠼ࡿࠋ ࢖ࢩࢢࣟࡀ Never Let Me Go ࡢḟ࡟Ⓨ⾲ࡋࡓ᭱᪂స The Buried Giant ࢆేࡏࡓ㸵ࡘࡢ㛗⦅ࡢ㌶㊧ࢆ ᣺ࡾ㏉ࡗ࡚ࡳࡿ࡜ࠊ㢟ᮦࡣከ✀࡟ரࡾ̿̿㌷ᅜ୺⩏ୗࡢ᪥ᮏ࡜ᡓᚋࡢẸ୺ᅜᐙᘓタࠊྡ᥈ഄᑠㄝ㆓ࠊ ྂ௦ࣇ࢓ࣥࢱࢪ࣮➼̿̿ࡲࡓᡭἲⓗ࡟ࡶ୍ே⛠ᅇ㢳㘓ࠊ࢝ࣇ࢝ⓗ୙᮲⌮ୡ⏺ࠊ⚄ࡢどⅬ࡟ࡼࡿㄒࡾ ➼ࡇࢀࡲࡓከᵝ࡛࠶ࡿࡀࠊࡑࡢ㏻ዌప㡢࡜ࡋ࡚ࠕᡃࠎࡀୡ⏺࡜⧅ࡀࡗ࡚࠸ࡿ࡜࠸࠺ᗁ᝿ࡢୗ࡟₯ࡴ ῝ῡࠖ࡜࠸࠺୺㢟ࡀᖖ࡟ὶࢀ࡚࠸ࡿࡢࢆࠊ➹⪅ࡣ⫈ࡁྲྀࡽࡎ࡟࠸ࡽࢀ࡞࠸ࠋ㸵㛗⦅ࢆʊʊBach Goldberg Variationen ࡢࡼ࠺࡟୍̿̿ࡘࡢ୺㢟࡜ࡑࡢኚዌ᭤࡜ᤊ࠼ࡿࡇ࡜ࡶྍ⬟࡛࠶ࢁ࠺ࡋࠊࡔ࡜ࡍ ࡿ࡜ࡑࡢ୰࡛ಶேⓗ࡟᭱ࡶ㨩࠿ࢀࡿࠕኚዌࠖࡣ Never Let Me Go ࡛࠶ࡿࠋ ᮏ✏ࡣࠊ࢖ࢩࢢࣟࡀዌ࡛ࡿࡇࡢ୺㢟࡜ኚዌࢆ Never Let Me Go㸦௨ୗ NL㸧ࡢ୰࡟᥈ࡿ࡜࡜ࡶ࡟ࠊ ᮏసࡀෆໟࡋ࡚࠸ࡿ⢭⦓࡛ከᒙⓗ࡞ᵓ㐀࡟ゝཬࡋ࡚࠸ࡃࠋࡲࡎ➨㸯㒊࡛ࡣࠊ23 ❶࠿ࡽᡂࡿࣉࣟࢵࢺ ࢆ㎺ࡾ࡞ࡀࡽࠊ㔜せ࡞ሙ㠃࣭ᥥ෗ࢆ୹ᛕ࡟෌㘓ࡋ࡚ศᯒࢆຍ࠼࡚࠸ࡃࠋ⥆ࡃ➨㸰㒊࡛ࡣࠊసရࡢᢏ ἲ࣭ᢏᕦࠊࢪࣕࣥࣝᑠㄝ࡜ࡋ࡚ࡢ❧ࡕ఩⨨ࠊNL ࡟࠾ࡅࡿグ᠈࡜ࣀࢫࢱࣝࢪ࢔ࡢព࿡ࠊNL ࡟ぢࡽࢀ ࡿ῝ῡ࡜ᗁ᝿࡟ࡘ࠸࡚ࠊ㸲ࡘࡢ⠇࡛ㄽࡌ࡚࠸ࡃࠋ ࡞࠾ࠊ࢖ࢩࢢࣟసရࡢᘬ⏝࡟㝿ࡋ࡚ࡣ඲࡚ Faber and Faber ♫ࡢ࣮࣌ࣃ࣮ࣂࢵࢡ∧ࢆᐃᮏ࡜ࡋࠊస ရ࠿ࡽࡢᘬ⏝⟠ᡤ࡟ࡣ㡫ࢆ௜グࡋࡓ㸦㸵ࡘࡢ㛗⦅ࡣࠊA Pale View of HillsĺPVࠊAn Artist of the Floating WorldĺAFࠊThe Remains of the DayĺRDࠊThe UnconsoledĺUCࠊWhen We Were OrphansĺWWࠊNever Let Me GoĺNLࠊThe Buried GiantĺBG ࡜␎グࡍࡿ㸧ࠋࡑࢀ௨እࡢᘬ⏝࡟ࡘ࠸࡚ࡣࠊᮏ✏᭱ᚋ࡟ Notes ࡜ࡋ࡚ࡲ࡜ࡵ࡚グ㍕ࡍࡿࠋ The fact was, I suppose, there were powerful tides tugging us apart by then, and it only needed something like that to finish the task. If we’d understood that back then – who knows? – maybe we’d have kept a tighter hold of one another. 1 ——Kathy, in Never Let Me Go ― 17 ― 1 ➨㸯㒊 Hailsham, Cottages, and Norfolk 㸯 Part One (Chapter One㸫Chapter Nine) “My name is Kathy H. I’m thirty-one years old, and I’ve been a carer now for over eleven years.” (Ch.1 p.3) ࡜࠸࠺୺ேබࡢ⮬ᕫ⤂௓࡛ࠊ≀ㄒࡣጞࡲࡿࠋ⥆࠸࡚ࠊࠕ௓ㆤேࠖ㸱ᖺ┠࡟ᢸᙜࡋࡓ୍ேࡢ ‘donor’ ࡟ ࡲࡘࢃࡿ࢚ࣆࢯ࣮ࢻࢆࠊ࢟ࣕࢩ࣮ࡣࡇ࠺ㄒࡿ㸸 Sometimes he’d make me say things over and over; things I’d told him only the day before, he’d ask about like I’d never told him….At first I thought this was just the drugs, but then I realised his mind was clear enough. What he wanted was not just to hear about Hailsham, but to remember Hailsham, just like it had been his own childhood. He knew he was close to completing and so that’s what he was doing: getting me to describe things to him, so they’d really sink in, so that maybe during those sleepless nights, with the drugs and the pain and the exhaustion, the line would blur between what were my memories and what were his. That was when I first understood, really understood, just how lucky we’d been – Tommy, Ruth, me, all the rest of us. (Ch.1 pp.5-6) ࠕグ᠈ࠖ࡜ࠕᏑᅾࠖ࡜࠸࠺࢖ࢩࢢࣟసရ࠾㥆ᰁࡳࡢࣔࢸ࢕࣮ࣇࡀࠊṈฎ࡛᪩ࡃࡶᥦ♧ࡉࢀ࡚࠸ࡿࠋ ࢟ࣕࢩ࣮ࡀ௒௓ㆤࡋ࡚࠸ࡿᥦ౪⪅ࡣࠊ࢟ࣕࢩ࣮ࡀ㣴⫱ࡉࢀࡓ࣮࣊ࣝࢩ࣒ࣕࡢࡇ࡜ࢆࡓࡔ⪺ࡃࡔࡅ࡛ ࡣ‶㊊࡛ࡁࡎࠊ⮬ศࡢࡇ࡜࡜ࡋ࡚̿̿⮬ศࡢᏊ౪᫬௦ࡢࡇ࡜࡜ࡋ࡚̿̿グ᠈ࡋ࡚࠾ࡁࡓ࠿ࡗࡓࡢࡔ ࢁ࠺࡜㏙࡭ࡿ࢟ࣕࢩ࣮ࡣࠊ⮬ศࡸࢺ࣑࣮ࠊ࣮ࣝࢫࠊࡑࡢ௚ࡢ௰㛫ࡓࡕࡣᑡ࡞ࡃ࡜ࡶ࣮࣊ࣝࢩ࣒࡛ࣕ ࡢグ᠈ࢆ᭷ࡋ࡚࠸࡚ࠊࡑࡢࡇ࡜ࡀዴఱ࡟ᖾ㐠࡛࠶ࡗࡓ࠿ࢆឤ៓῝ࡃ㏣᝿ࡋ࡚࠸ࡿࠋ ᮏసPART ONE ࡢ㢟㎡ࡢ๓㡫࡟ࡣ “England, late 1990s” ࡜グࡉࢀ࡚࠸ࡿࠋㄒࡾࡀጞࡲࡿ᫬Ⅼ࡛࢟ ࣕࢩ࣮ࡣ 31 ṓࠊ㛫ࡶ࡞ࡃ௓ㆤேࢆᘬ㏥ࡋ࡚ᥦ౪⪅࡟࡞ࢁ࠺࡜ࡋ࡚࠸࡚ࠊࡇࡢᚋ࡟᫬㛫ࡣ㐳ࡗ࡚ࠊ࢟ ࣕࢩ࣮ࡸࢺ࣑࣮ࠊ࣮ࣝࢫ㐩ࡀ࣮࣊ࣝࢩ࣒࡛ࣕᗂᑡᮇ࠿ࡽᛮ᫓ᮇࢆ㐣ࡈࡋࡓ᪥ࠎ㸦1960 ᖺ௦ᮎ㹼1980 ᖺ௦ᮎ㸧ࢆ㝶᫬ᅇ㢳ࡋ࡚࠸ࡃࠋ ࢺ࣑࣮ࡣᗂᖺ⤌ࡢ㡭࠿ࡽ⒯Ⓝࡶࡕࡔࡗࡓࡀࠊ࢟ࣕࢩ࣮࡜ࡣ୙ᛮ㆟࡜Ẽࡀྜࡗࡓࠋᖺ㛗⤌㸰ᖺ⏕ࡢ 13 ṓࡢ⛅ࠊࢺ࣑࣮ࡣ࢟ࣕࢩ࣮ࢆᰯ⯋⿬ᡭࡢụ࡟࿧ࡧฟࡋ࡚ࠊ࣮ࣝࢩ࣮ඛ⏕࡜ಶู㠃ㄯࡋࡓࡇ࡜ࢆᡴ ࡕ᫂ࡅࡿࠋ㠃ㄯࡢ୰࡛࣮ࣝࢩ࣮ඛ⏕ࡀཱྀ࡟ࡋࡓࠊ “If Tommy had genuinely tried, but he just couldn’t be very creative, then that was quite all right, he wasn’t to worry about it.” (Ch.3 p.27) ࡜࠸࠺ゝⴥ࡟࢟ࣕࢩ࣮ࡣ㦫ࡃࠋ࡜࠸ ࠺ࡢࡶࠊ ‘creative’ ࡛࠶ࡿࡇ࡜ࡣ࣮࣊ࣝࢩ࣒ࣕࡢᩍ⫱ࡢ୰ᚰⓗᴫᛕࡔࡗࡓ࠿ࡽ࡛࠶ࡿࠋࡲࡓࠊඛ⏕ࡣ ࡇ࠺ࡶゝࡗࡓ࡜࠸࠺㸸“‘Something else she said I can’t quite figure out. I was going to ask you about it. She said we weren’t being taught enough, something like that….What she was talking about was, you know, about us. What’s going to happen to us one day. Donations and all that.’” (Ch.3 p.29)ࠋࡇ ࡢ “we weren’t being taught enough”ࠕࡕࡷࢇ࡜ᩍࢃࡗ࡚࠸࡞࠸ࠖ࡜࠸࠺ᣦ᦬ࡣࠊࡎࡗ࡜ᚋ࡟࡞ࡗ࡚ࡢ࣮ࣝࢩ࣮ඛ⏕ࡢゝⴥ “‘The problem, as I see it, is that you’ve been told and not told.’” (Ch.7 p.79) ࠊ࠶ࡿ࠸ࡣ࢟ࣕࢩ࣮ࡢᅇ᝿ “So I’d say Miss Lucy had it about right when she said, a couple of years later, that we’d been ‘told and not told’.” ― 18 ― 2 (Ch.7 p.87) ࡬࡜⧅ࡀࡗ࡚࠸ࡃண࿌ⓗᙺ๭ࢆᯝࡓࡋ࡚࠸ࡿࠋ ᐃᮇⓗ࡟᪋タࢆゼࢀࡿዪᛶ㸦㏻⛠࣐ࢲ࣒㸧ࡣࠊ⏕ᚐࡓࡕࡀసࡗࡓసရࡢ୰࠿ࡽ᭱㧗ࡢࡶࡢࢆᣢࡕ ᖐࡿࡀࠊࡑࢀࡽࡣ Gallery ࡟཰ⶶࡉࢀࡿࡢࡔ࡜⏕ᚐࡣშࡍࡿࠋ↓㑧Ẽ࡟ᛮ᫓ᮇࢆ㐣ࡈࡍᏊ౪ࡓࡕࠊㅦ ࡵ࠸ࡓ㤋ࠊಖㆤᐁࠊ࣐ࢲ࣒ࠊᒎ♧㤋ࡢᏑᅾ̿̿࡞࡝࡜୪࡭ࡿ࡜ఱࡸࡽⱥᅜⓗࢦࢩࢵࢡ࣐ࣟࣥࢆ᝿㉳ ࡉࡏࡿࡀࠊ☜࠿࡟ఝ㏻ࡗࡓ㞺ᅖẼࡣ࠶ࡿࠋࡑࢇ࡞࠶ࡿ᪥ࠊᏊ౪ࡓࡕࡀ࣐ࢲ࣒࡟௚ឡࡶ࡞࠸ᝏᡙࢆࡋ ࠿ࡅࡓ࡜ࡇࢁࠊᙼዪࡣᛮ࠸ࡶ࠿ࡅࡠ཯ᛂࢆ♧ࡋࡓ㸸“Madame was afraid of us. But she was afraid of us in the same way someone might be afraid of spiders. We hadn’t been ready for that. It had never occurred to us to wonder how we would feel, being seen like that, being the spiders.” (Ch.3 p.35)ࠋࡑࡋ࡚ࠊ⌧ᅾࡢどⅬ࠿ࡽ࢟ ࣕࢩ࣮ࡣࡇࡢฟ᮶஦ࢆ᣺ࡾ㏉ࡗ࡚ࡇ࠺㏙࡭ࡿ㸸“Thinking back now, I can see we were just at that age when we knew a few things about ourselves – about who we were, how we were different from our guardians, from the people outside – but hadn’t yet understood what any of it meant.” (Ch.3 p.36)ࠋ ࣮࣊ࣝࢩ࣒ࣕ࡟ᒃࡿᏊ౪ࡓࡕࡣࠊ⮬ศࡀ኱ேࡓࡕ㸦ಖㆤᐁ㸧࡜␗࡞ࡗ࡚࠸ࡿࡇ࡜࡟ⷧࠎẼ࡙࠸࡚ ࠸ࡿࡶࡢࡢࠊ⮬ศࡀᮏᙜࡣㄡ࡞ࡢ࠿ࠊ⮬ศࡢᏑᅾព⩏ࡣఱ࡞ࡢ࠿̿̿ࡼࡾṇ☜࡟ࡣࠕᏑᅾࡉࡏࡽࢀ ࡚࠸ࡿព⩏ࠖ̿̿ࡣࡇࡢ᫬Ⅼ࡛ࡲࡔศ࠿ࡗ࡚࠸࡞࠸ࠋࡋ࠿ࡋࠊ⮬ศࡓࡕࡣࠕ኱ேࠖ࡜␗࡞ࡗ࡚࠸ࡿ ࡜࠸࠺㐪࿴ឤ࡜ࡑࡇ࠿ࡽὴ⏕ࡍࡿ୍✀ࡢ␯እឤࡣࠊᛮ᫓ᮇ࡟࠸ࡿᏊ౪࡞ࡽㄡࡋࡶᢪࡃ୙Ᏻࡸ࠾ࡢࡢ ࡁ࡜┦㏻ࡌࡿ㒊ศࡀ኱ࡁࡃࠊࡔ࠿ࡽࡇࡑᬑ㐢ⓗ┿⌮ࢆ᭷ࡋ࡚࠸࡚ࠊ࢟ࣕࢩ࣮ࡢࡳ࡞ࡽࡎㄞࡳᡭࡢᚰ ࡟ࡶ⮬↛࡜ఏࢃࡗ࡚ࡃࡿࠋ ᮏ᭩㢟ྡ Never Let Me Go ࡣࠊ㸦ᯫ✵ࡢ㸧ዪᛶḷᡭ Judy Bridgewater ࡀ 1954 ᖺ࡟㘓㡢ࡋࡓ࢔ࣝࣂ࣒ Songs After Dark 㸱᭤┠ࡢ ‘Never Let Me Go’ ࡟⏤᮶ࡍࡿࠋ࢟ࣕࢩ࣮ࡣ࢜ࣜࢪࢼࣝ LP ࡛ࡣ࡞ࡃ࢝ࢭࢵ ࢺࢸ࣮ࣉ∧࡛ឡ⫈ࡋ࡚࠸ࡓࡀࠊ୍ᗘࡇࡢࢸ࣮ࣉࡀ⣮ኻࡋࠊᩘᖺᚋ࡟ࢺ࣑࣮࡜஧ே࡛ Norfolk ࡛ぢࡘ ࡅࡿࡇ࡜࡟࡞ࡿ㸦ࣀ࣮ࣇ࢛࣮ࢡࡣࣈࣜࢸࣥᓥᮾ➃࡟఩⨨ࡍࡿᕞ࡛ࠊ⏕ᚐࡓࡕࡣෆ㍯ࡢࢪ࣮ࣙࢡ࡛ “Norfolk was England’s ‘lost corner’, where all the lost property found in the country ended up.” ࡜࿧ࢇ࡛࠸ࡓ (Ch.6 p.65)㸧ࠋᙼዪࡣࡇࡢḷ࡟ᑐࡋ࡚ࠊ“What was so special about this song?...[W]hat I’d imagine was a woman who’d been told she couldn’t have babies, who’d really, really wanted them all her life. Then there’s a sort of miracle and she has a baby, and she holds this baby very close to her and walks around singing: ‘Baby, never let me go…’” (Ch.6 p.70) ࡜ࠊ⊂⮬ࡢゎ㔘ࢆᣢࡗ࡚࠸ࡓࠋࡇࢀ࡟⧅ࡀࡿᙧ࡛ࠊ㠀ᖖ࡟༳㇟῝࠸ሙ 㠃ࡀㄒࡽࢀࡿࠋ ࠶ࡿᬕࢀࡓ᪥ࡢ༗ᚋࠊᛀࢀ≀ࢆྲྀࡾ࡟ᑅ࡟ᡠࡗࡓ࢟ࣕࢩ࣮ࡣࠊࡑࡢ᫬࡟ࡩ࡜ᛮ࠸ࡘࡁ࡛࢝ࢭࢵࢺ ࢆࣉ࣮࣮ࣞࣖ࡟ධࢀ࡚᭤ࢆ෌⏕ࡍࡿ㸸 Maybe the volume had been turned right up by whoever had been using it last, I don’t know. But it was much louder than I usually had it and that was probably why I didn’t hear her before I did. Or maybe I’d just got complacent by then. Anyway, what I was doing was swaying about slowly in time to the song, holding an imaginary baby to my breast. In fact, to make it all the more embarrassing, it was one of those times I’d grabbed a pillow to stand in for the baby, and I was doing this slow dance, my eyes closed, ― 19 ― 3 singing along softly each time those lines came around again: ‘Oh baby, baby, never let me go…’ The song was almost over when something made me realise I wasn’t alone, and I opened my eyes to find myself staring at Madame framed in the doorway. (Ch.6 pp.70-71) ࣟࢵࢡ≬࡛኱ࡢᫎ⏬ࣇ࢓࡛ࣥ࠶ࡿ࢖ࢩࢢࣟࡣᑠㄝࡢ୰࡛ࡋࡤࡋࡤ㡢ᴦ࣭ᫎ⏬ࢆᘬ⏝ࡋ࡚࠾ࡾࠊᮏ స࡛ᯫ✵ࡢḷᡭࡀှ࠺ᴦ᭤ࢆࢃࡊࢃࡊタᐃࡋࡓࡢࡣࠊࡇࡢሙ㠃ࢆᥥࡁࡓ࠿ࡗࡓ࠿ࡽ࡛ࡣ࡞࠸࠿̿̿ ࡑ࠺ᛮࢃࡏࡿ࡟㊊ࡿࠊᮏసࢆ㇟ᚩࡍࡿ⨾ࡋ࠸ࢩ࣮ࣥ࡜࡞ࡗ࡚࠸ࡿࠋ ࢟ࣕࢩ࣮ࡢᅇ᝿ࡣῐࠎ࡜㐍ࡳࠊ࣮࣊ࣝࢩ࣒࡛ࣕᬽࡽࡍ᭱ᚋࡢᩘᖺ㛫㸦13 ṓ࠿ࡽ 16 ṓ㸧࡟࡞ࡿ࡜ࠊ ⮬ศࡢࠕᏑᅾࠖࡢᐇែࡀᮋࡆ࡟ศ࠿ࡗ࡚ࡁࡓࡇ࡜ࢆ㏙࡭ࡿࠋࡇࡇ࡛ࡶࠊ࢟ࣕࢩ࣮㐩ࡀឤࡌ࡚࠸ࡿ୙ Ᏻ࡜ࠊ㏻ᖖࠕᏊ౪ࠖࡀᡂ㛗ࡍࡿ㝿࡟௒ࡲ࡛㞃ࢀ࡚࠸ࡓ㸭ぢ࠼࡞࠿ࡗࡓୡ⏺ࡢᐇែࡀ㟢ࢃ࡟࡞ࡗ࡚ࡃ ࡿࡇ࡜࡛ᢪࡃ୙Ᏻࡀࠊ㔜࡞ࡗ࡚ឤࡌࡽࢀࡿࠋ໚ㄽ࢟ࣕࢩ࣮㐩ࡢሙྜࡣ㠀⌧ᐇⓗタᐃ࡛ࡣ࠶ࡿࡢࡔࡀࠊ ᙼዪࡢᝎࡳࡸ࠾ࡢࡢࡁࡣᑠㄝୡ⏺ෆࡢ஦㇟࡛࠶ࡿ࡜ྠ᫬࡟ࠊࡑࡢእᯟ࡟ᅾࡿ⌧ᐇୡ⏺࡛ࡢ┿⌮࡟㐩 ࡋ࡚࠸࡚ࠊࢡ࣮ࣟࣥࡢᏑᅾ࡜ே㛫ࡢᏑᅾࡀ஧㔜ᫎࡋ࡟࡞ࡗ࡚࠸ࡿࡇ࡜ࢆㄞࡳᡭࡣḟ➨࡟ឤࡌ࡜ࡿࠋ ࣮࣊ࣝࢩ࣒࡛ࣕࡢ᭱ᚋࡢ୍ᖺࠋ࠶ࡿ⏕ᚐࡀᤵᴗ୰࡟࢔࣓ࣜ࢝࡟⾜ࡗ࡚ᫎ⏬ತඃ࡟࡞ࡾࡓ࠸࡜ゝࡗ ࡓࡢࢆཷࡅࠊ✺ዴ࣮ࣝࢩ࣮ඛ⏕ࡀ㦫វࡢ┿ᐇࢆ⏕ᚐ࡟࿌ࡆࡿࠋ ‘Your lives are set out for you. You’ll become adults, then before you’re old, before you’re even middle-aged, you’ll start to donate your vital organs. That’s what each of you was created to do. You’re not like the actors you watch on your videos, you’re not even like me. You were brought into this world for a purpose, and your futures, all of them, have been decided….If you’re to have decent lives, you have to know who you are and what lies ahead of you, every one of you.’ (Ch.7 p.80) ኊᖺᮇࡣ࠾ࢁ࠿⤖፧⏕άࡍࡽᮃࡵࡎࠊ௚⪅̿̿⮬ศࡓࡕࡢࡼ࠺࡞ࢡ࣮࡛ࣟࣥࡣ࡞࠸Ꮡᅾࠊ༶ࡕே 㸬㸬㸬㸬㸬㸬㸬 㛫̿̿࡟ዊ௙ࡍࡿⅭ࡟ࡢࡳࡇࡢୡ࡟⏕࠿ࡉࢀ࡚࠸ࡿ࡜࠸࠺ࡢࡣࠊᏊ౪ࡓࡕࡢࡳ࡞ࡽࡎㄞࡳᡭ࡟࡜ࡗ ࡚ࡶ⾪ᧁⓗ࡞┿ᐇ࡛࠶ࡿࠋㄞࡳᡭࡓࡿே㛫࡟࡜ࡗ࡚ࡶᕫࡢே⏕ࡀᛮ࠸ࡢࡲࡲ࡟࡞ࡽࡠࡇ࡜࡞࡝᪥ᖖ Ⲕ㣤஦࡛࠶ࡾࠊ࡛࠶ࡿ࠿ࡽࡇࡑࠊ࢟ࣕࢩ࣮ࡓࡕࡀ⨨࠿ࢀ࡚࠸ࡿቃ㐝ࡀ඲ࡃࡢ⤮✵஦௚ே஦࡜ࡣ฿ᗏ ᛮ࠼ࡎࠊ③ࡳ࡜ษᐇࡉࢆకࡗ࡚㏕ࡗ࡚ࡃࡿࠋ ― 20 ― 4 㸰 Part Two (Chapter Ten㸫Chapter Seventeen) ࣮࣊ࣝࢩ࣒ࣕࢆ༞ᴗࡍࡿ࡜ྠ᫬࡟⏕ᚐࡣᵝࠎ࡞᪋タ࡬⛣ࡗ࡚ᩓࡾᩓࡾ࡟࡞ࡾࠊ࢟ࣕࢩ࣮ࡣ ‘cottage’ ࡜࿧ࡤࢀࡿఱᖺࡶ๓࡟ᗫᴗࡋࡓ㎰ሙࢆ฼⏝ࡋࡓ᪋タ࡛ࠊ᪂ࡓ࡞⏕άࢆጞࡵࡿࠋ࣮ࣝࢫࡸࢺ ࣑࣮ࠊ࣮࣊ࣝࢩ࣒࡛ࣕ௰ࡀⰋ࠿ࡗࡓ⏕ᚐࡢఱே࠿ࡀඹ࡟ࢥࢸ࣮ࢪ࡛ᬽࡽࡍ୰ࠊ࠶ࡿኪ࢟ࣕࢩ࣮ࡣࣝ ࣮ࢫ࡜ࢭࢵࢡࢫࡢヰࢆࡋ࡚࠸ࡿ࠺ࡕࠊḟࡢࡼ࠺࡞࿌ⓑࢆࡍࡿ㸸“‘Ruth, I wanted to ask you.