早起的臭臭猫对《Second Glance》的笔记(18)

What makes you walk past thirty thousand people without a second glance, and then you look at thethirty-thousandth-and-first person and know you'll never take your eyes off her again？

When you can't see something right before your eyes, you still feel it. And you're willing to trust your senses.

”Curtis Warburton would call it ectoplasm. When I took this picture, there was nothing on that lake... no fog, no breath, nothing. But this is what made it onto the negative. Film is sensitive enough to pick up light, heat, and magnetic energy.. which are the same sources of energy spirits use to materialize.”

'Gotta believe in that kind of stuff before it can do its work on you. '

He was drooling. All right, so it had to do with dental surgery he'd had that day, but it wasn't particularly appetizing for Meredith. ‘So, ’ he slurred, ‘you work in a lab? What do you do...feed all the mice and stuff?’ ‘I do PGD. Preimplantation genetic diagnosis.’ ‘I'm in the catering business.’ ‘Oh?’ Meredith folded her hands in front of her, watching him butter an entire slice of bread and stuff it in his mouth. On the bright side, it did mop up his excess saliva. 'Are you a chef?' ‘Yes. as a matter of fact.’ She'd always harbored the fantasy of a man whisking her to a cozy apartment, where a fabulous gourmet meal had been prepared for her enjoyment. ‘I guess being in a restaurant feels like work,then.’ ‘This is a cut above my place, actually...you ever go into the Wendy’s on Sixteenth Street?’ Meredith was saved from responding when the waiter approached with their entrees. Michael began to cut his entire steak into little quarter-inch cubes. It made her think of the meals they served in mental institutions. She smoothed down her napkin and looked down at her chipolata sausage, nestled on a bed of polenta. The silver lining, she told herself, is that I'm going to get a good meal out of this. Michael pointed to her dinner with his knife and laughed. ‘Looks like a Great Dane did hisbusiness there.’ A line of drool dribbled down his chin. I will stand up and excuse myself to go to the bathroom, Meredith thought. And then I just won't come back. But if she did that, Granny Ruby would accuse her of deliberately ruining another date. So Meredith began to think of ways to make Michael want to leave of his own volition. She would ask for crayons and start to color on the fancy linens. She would sculpt with her polenta. She would lick her plate and offer to lick his. She would communicate only in mime, or Pig Latin. ‘Can I ask you a personal question?’ Michael said. ‘Are you ovulating?’ ‘Excuse me?’ ‘Its just that these days, when I look in the mirror, I see Daddy.’ He grinned and pointed to his forehead, as if the word had been tattooed there. Meredith wished for many things in that moment: her grandmother's head on a pike, patience, lesbian tendencies.

Ethan now knew what fear felt like: your forehead, being pressed in from all sides, although there was nothing around you. All the hairs on the back of your neck, rising one by one like dominoes in reverse. Your legs going to water, and shaking so hard you had to sit or fall.

In his wildest imaginings, Eli could not have ever pictured himself collaborating with a paranormal investigator. In his opinion, evidence was something that could be held in your hand, not inyour head.

There are two ways to be fooled. One is to believe what isn't true; the other is to refuse to believe what is true. -Soren Kierkegaard

For Spencer, the face you show to the world is more important than what's underneath. The end justifies the means. That is what Charles Darwin is all about, after all, and in my opinion Spencer would pray to Mr Darwin if he didn't think it would make the biddies at the Congregational Church regard him as some kind of heathen.

Q. Which counts for more, heredity or the environment? A. They are interdependent. This question is almost the equivalent of "Which is more important, the seed or the soil?”