Pinocchio的笔记(129)
罗马阳台 世间的每一个清晨 (1)
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人在走向衰老时，越来越难聚精会神于他所穿越的景色的绚烂。经历过风吹雨打、岁月沧桑而日渐衰老的皮肤，被疲劳和欢乐折腾的松弛疲沓，各种不同的体毛、眼泪、体液、指甲和头发纷纷脱落，掉在地上，就像枯叶和残...
Slaughterhouse-Five (5)
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What he meant, of course, was that there would always be wars, that they were as easy to stop as glaciers. I believe that too. And, even if wars didn't keep coming like glaciers, there would still ... -
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Billy had lost track momentarily of where he was or how he had gotten there. He had no idea that people thought he was clowning. It was Fate, of course, which had costumed him-Fate, and a feeble wi... -
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Their terror evaporated. There was nothing to be afraid of. Here were more crippled human beings, more fools like themselves. Here was light opera. -
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Under morphine, Billy had a dream of giraffes in a garden. The giraffes were following gravel paths, were pausing to munch sugar pears from treetops. Billy was a giraffe, too. He ate a pear. It was... -
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My other book was Erika Ostrovsky's Céline and His Vision. Céline was a brave French soldier in the First World War-until his skull was cracked. After that he couldn't sleep, and there were noise...
夜读抄 (3)
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《性的心理》
在道德的世界上，我们自己是那光明使者，那字宙的历程即实现在我们身上。在一个短时间内，如我们愿意，我们可以用了光明去照我们路程的周围的黑暗。正如在古代火把竞走——这在路克勒丢思看来似是一切生活的象征... -
《清嘉录》
居人于梅雨时备缸瓮收蓄雨水，以供烹茶之需，名曰梅水。徐士鋐《吴中竹枝词》云，阴睛不定是黄梅，暑气薰蒸润绿苔，瓷瓮竞装天雨水，烹茶时候客初来。案长元吴志皆载梅天多雨，雨水极佳，蓄之瓮中，水味经年不变... -
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“若从广义上说来，凡是拿着一本书在读，与那不读的比较，也就是读书人了，那么，或者我也可以说有时候是在读书。夜读呢，那实在是不，因为据我的成见夜读须得与书室相连的，我们这种穷忙的人那里有此福分，不过...
Middlesex (5)
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But I couldn’t sleep. I kept thinking about that word: “better.” What did my father mean? What were they going to do to me? Street sounds made it up to the room, curiously distinct, echoing off ... -
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But in the end it was not up to me. The big things never are. Birth, I mean, and death. And love. And what love bequeaths to us before we are born. -
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Night came again. In bed we went through the preliminaries, plumping our pillows, yawning. We tossed around to get comfortable. And then after an appropriate time of silence the Object made a noise... -
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The Object slept on her back. She told me once that back-sleepers were the leaders in life, born performers or exhibitionists. Stomach-sleepers like me were in retreat from reality, given to dark p... -
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I could smell her cinnamon gum. It was still in the back of her mouth somewhere. I didn’t look directly at her. I kept my eyes on the book. A strand of her red-gold hair fell onto the desk between...