Life of Pi是一本我特别喜欢的书。2002年Man Booker奖的获奖书，这本书带给我的将是终身难忘的阅读体验。 一个13岁的男孩Pi，在从印度到美国的海上行程中不幸遭遇海难，他的家人（父母和一个弟弟）全部遇难，Pi侥幸地落到一艘救生艇中，开始了独自一人在太平洋中漂流了三百多...
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I practised religious rituals that I adapted to the circumstances – solitary Masses without priests or consecrated Communion Hosts, darshans without murtis, and pujas with turtle meat for prasad, acts of devotion to Allah not knowing where Mecca was and getting my Arabic wrong. They brought me comfort, that is certain. But it was hard, oh, it was hard. Faith in God is an opening up, a letting ...(1回应)
2012-06-29 21:58:054人喜欢
I practised religious rituals that I adapted to the circumstances – solitary Masses without priests or consecrated Communion Hosts, darshans without murtis, and pujas with turtle meat for prasad, acts of devotion to Allah not knowing where Mecca was and getting my Arabic wrong. They brought me comfort, that is certain. But it was hard, oh, it was hard. Faith in God is an opening up, a letting go, a deep trust, a free act of love – but sometimes it was so hard to love.
Sometimes my heart was sinking so fast with anger, desolation and weariness, I was afraid it would sink to the very bottom of the Pacific and I would not be able to lift it back up.
At such moments I tried to elevate myself. I would touch the turban I had made with the remnants of my shirt and I would say aloud, "THIS IS GOD'S HAT!"
I would pat my pants and say aloud, "THIS IS GOD'S ATTIRE!"
I would point to Richard Parker and say aloud, "THIS IS GOD'S CAT!"
I would point to the lifeboat and say aloud, "THIS IS GOD'S ARK!"
I would spread my hands wide and say aloud, "THESE ARE GOD'S WIDE ACRES!"
I would point at the sky and say, "THIS IS GOD'S EAR!"
And in this way I would remind myself of creation and of my place in it.
But God's hat was always unravelling. God's pants were falling apart. God's cat was a constant danger. God's ark was a jail. God's wide acres were slowly killing me. God's ear didn't seem to be listening.
Despair was a heavy blackness that let no light in or out. It was a hell beyond expression....The blackness would stir and eventually go away, and God would remain, a shining point of light in my heart. I would go on loving.引自 Chapter 74
There were many skies. The sky was invaded by great white clouds, flat on the bottom but round and billowy on top. The sky was completely cloudless, of a blue quite shattering to the senses. The sky was a heavy, suffocating blanket of grey cloud, but without promise of rain. The sky was thinly overcast. The sky was dappled with small, white, fleecy clouds. The sky was streaked with high, thin c...
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There were many skies. The sky was invaded by great white clouds, flat on the bottom but round and billowy on top. The sky was completely cloudless, of a blue quite shattering to the senses. The sky was a heavy, suffocating blanket of grey cloud, but without promise of rain. The sky was thinly overcast. The sky was dappled with small, white, fleecy clouds. The sky was streaked with high, thin clouds that looked like a cotton ball stretched apart. The sky was a featureless milky haze. The sky was a density of dark and blustery rain clouds that passed by without delivering rain. The sky was painted with a small number of flat clouds that looked like sandbars. The sky was a mere block to allow a visual effect on the horizon: sunlight flooding the ocean, the vertical edges between light and shadow perfectly distinct. The sky was a distant black curtain of falling rain. The sky was many clouds at many levels, some thick and opaque, others looking like smoke. The sky was black and spitting rain on my smiling face. The sky was nothing but falling water, a ceaseless deluge that wrinkled and bloated my skin and froze me stiff.
There were many seas. The sea roared like a tiger. The sea whispered in your ear like a friend telling you secrets. The sea clinked like small change in a pocket. The sea thundered like avalanches. The sea hissed like sandpaper working on wood. The sea sounded like someone vomiting. The sea was dead silent.
And in between the two, in between the sky and the sea, were all the winds.
And there were all the nights and all the moons.
To be a castaway is to be a point perpetually at the centre of a circle. However much things may appear to change— the sea may shift from whisper to rage, the sky might go from fresh blue to blinding white to darkest black— the geometry never changes. Your gaze is always a radius. The circumference is ever great. In fact, the circles multiply. To be a castaway is to be caught in a harrowing ballet of circles. You are at the centre of one circle, while above you two opposing circles spin about. The sun distresses you like a crowd, a noisy, invasive crowd that makes you cup your ears, that makes you close your eyes, that makes you want to hide. The moon distresses you by silently reminding you of your solitude; you open your eyes wide to escape your loneliness. When you look up, you sometimes wonder if at, the centre of a solar storm, if in the middle of the Sea of Tranquillity, there isn’t another one like you also looking up, also trapped by geometry, also struggling with fear, rage, madness, hopelessness, apathy.
Otherwise, to be a castaway is to be caught up in grim and exhausting opposites. When it is light, the openness of the sea is blinding and frightening. When it is dark, the darkness is claustrophobic. When it is day, you are hot and wish to be cool and dream of ice cream and pour sea water on yourself. When it is night, you are cold and wish to be warm and dream of hot curries and wrap yourself in blankets. When it is hot, you are parched and wish to be wet. When it rains, you are nearly drowned and wish to be dry. When there is food, there is too much of it and you must feast. When there is none, there is truly none and you starve. When the sea is flat and motionless, you wish it would stir. When it rises up and the circle that imprisons you is broken by hills of water, you suffer that peculiarity of the high seas, suffocation in open spaces, and you wish the sea would be flat again. The opposites often take place at the same moment, so that when the sun is scorching you till you are stricken down, you are also aware that it is drying the strips of fish and meat that are hanging from your lines and that it is a blessing for your solar stills. Conversely, when a rain squall is replenishing your fresh-water supplies, you also know that the humidity will affect your cured provisions and that some will probably go bad, turning pasty and green. When rough weather abates, and it becomes clear that you have survived the sky’s attack and the sea’s treachery, your jubilation is tempered by the rage that so much fresh water should fall directly into the sea and by the worry that it is the last rain you will ever see, that you will die of thirst before the next drops fall.
The worst pair of opposites is boredom and terror. Sometimes your life is a pendulum swing from one to the other. The sea is without a wrinkle. There is not a whisper of wind. The hours last forever. You are so bored you sink into a state of apathy close to a coma. Then the sea becomes rough and your emotions are whipped into a frenzy. Yet even these two opposites do not remain distinct. In your boredom there are elements of terror: you break down into tears; you are filled with dread; you scream; you deliberately hurt yourself. And in the grip of terror— the worst storm— you yet feel boredom, a deep weariness with it all.
Only death consistently excites your emotions, whether contemplating it when life is safe and stale, or fleeing it when life is threatened and precious.
Life on a lifeboat isn’t much of a life. It is like an end game in chess, a game with few pieces. The elements couldn’t be more simple, nor the stakes higher. Physically it is extraordinarily arduous, and morally it is killing. You must make adjustments if you want to survive. Much becomes expendable. You get your happiness where you can. You reach a point where you’re at the bottom of hell, yet you have your arms crossed and a smile on your face, and you feel you’re the luckiest person on earth. Why? Because at your feet you have a tiny dead fish.引自 Chapter 78
Unfortunately, the novel sputtered, coughed and died. 作者自序，觉得这个说法真妙~ Richard Parker has stayed with me. I've never forgotten him. Dare I say I miss him? I do. I miss him. I still see him in my dreams. They are nightmares mostly, but nightmares tinged with love. Such is the strangeness of the human heart. I still cannot understand how he could abandon me so unceremoniously, without ...(4回应)
2012-11-19 21:20:593人喜欢
Unfortunately, the novel sputtered, coughed and died.引自 Chapter 1-4
作者自序，觉得这个说法真妙~
Richard Parker has stayed with me. I've never forgotten him. Dare I say I miss him? I do. I miss him. I still see him in my dreams. They are nightmares mostly, but nightmares tinged with love. Such is the strangeness of the human heart. I still cannot understand how he could abandon me so unceremoniously, without any sort of goodbye, without looking back even once. That pain is like an axe that chops at my heart.
It was the only pool that made Mamaji fall silent, his memory making too many lengths to mention.
Mamaji remembered, Father dreamed.
This is how I got my name when I entered this world, a last, welcome addition to my family, there years after Ravi: Piscine Molitor Patel.引自 Chapter 1-4
How he got his name~~~
Consider: the guests never leave their rooms; they expect not only lodging but full board; they receive a constant flow of visitors, some of whom are noisy and unruly. One has to wait until they saunter to their balconies, so to speak, before one can clean their rooms, and then one has to wait until they tire of the view and return to their rooms before one can clean the balconies; and their is such cleaning to do, for the guests are as unhygienic as alcoholics. Each guest is very particular about his or her diet, constantly complains about the slowness of the service, and never, never tips. To speak frankly, many are sexual deviants, either terribly repressed and subject to explosions of frenzied lasciviousness or openly depraved, in either case regular affronting management gross outrages of free sex and incest. Are these the sorts of guests you would welcome to your inn?引自 Chapter 1-4
这段比喻很妙
Every morning before I was out the main gate I had one last impression that was both ordinary and unforgettable: a pyramid of turtles; the iridescent snout of a mandrill; the stately silence of a giraffe; the obese, yellow open mouth of a hippo; the break-and-claw climbing of a macaw parrot up a wire fence; the greeting claps of a shoebill's bil; the senile, lecherous expression of a camel. And all these riches were had quickly, as I hurried to school. It was after school that I discovered in a leisurely way what it's like to have an elephant search your clothes in the snacks, its wheeze of disappointment at what an empty pantry your head is. I wish I could convey the perfection of a seal slipping into water or a spider monkey swinging from point to point or a lion merely turning its head. But language founders in such seas. Better to picture it in your head if you want to feel it.引自 Chapter 1-4
这段画面感太强，很好奇在电影里会有怎样的呈现！
But I don't insist. I don't mean to defend zoos. Close them all sown if you want (and let us hope that what wildlife remains can survive in what is left of the natural world). I know zoos are no longer in people's good graces. Religion faces the same problem. Certain illusions about freedom plague them both.引自 Chapter 1-4
It's important in life to conclude things properly. Only then can you let go. Otherwise you are left with words you should have said but never did, and your heart is heavy with remorse.
2013-06-11 21:21:072人喜欢
It's important in life to conclude things properly. Only then can you let go. Otherwise you are left with words you should have said but never did, and your heart is heavy with remorse.
Author's Notes: rich, noisy, functioning madness of India: (So I flew to Bombay.) This is not so illogical if you realize three things: that a stint in India will beat the restlessness out of any living creature; that a little money can go a long way there; and... 您这是多能引起我的共鸣啊！！！ Chapter 1 I miss the heat of India, the food, the house lizards on the walls, the musicals on the sil...
2012-10-05 22:58:50
Author's Notes:
rich, noisy, functioning madness of India: (So I flew to Bombay.) This is not so illogical if you realize three things: that a stint in India will beat the restlessness out of any living creature; that a little money can go a long way there; and...引自第1页
您这是多能引起我的共鸣啊！！！
Chapter 1
I miss the heat of India, the food, the house lizards on the walls, the musicals on the silver screen, the cows wandering the streets, the crows cawing...That pain is like an axe that chops at my heart...They were like nails being driven into my flesh引自第1页
Chapter 13
Hediger (1950): When two creatures meet, the one that is able to intimidate its opponents is recognized as socially superior, so that a social decision does not always depend on a fight; an encounter in some circumstances may be enough.引自第1页
Chapter 16
Brahman nirguna c.f. Brahman saguna
Hindus, in their capacity for love, are indeed hairless Christians, just as Muslims, in the way they see God in everything, are bearded Hindus, and Christians, in their devotion to God, are hat-wearing Muslims.引自第1页
Chapter 21
What of God's silence? An intellect confounded yet a trusting sense of presence and of ultimate purpose.引自第1页
Chapter 35
Things didn't turn out the way they were supposed to, but what can you do? You must take life the way it comes at you and make the best of it.引自第1页
Chapter 56
You must fight hard to shine the light of words upon it. Because if you don't, if your fear becomes a wordless darkness that you avoid, perhaps even manage to forget, you open yourself to further attacks of fear because you never truly fought the opponent who defeated you.引自第1页
Chapter 57
Prusten is the quietest of tiger calls, a puff through the nose to express friendliness and harmless intentions.引自第1页
Chapter 58
A castaway's worst mistake is to hope too much and do too little. Survival starts by paying attention to what is close at hand and immediate. To look out with idle hope is tantamount to dreaming one's life away.引自第1页
Chapter 59
If you want to see wildlife, it is on foot, and quietly, that you must explore a forest. It is the same with the sea. You must stroll through the Pacific at a walking pace, so to speak, to see the wealth and abundance that it holds.引自第1页
Chapter 60
My suffering was taking place in a grand setting. I saw myself for what it was, finite and insignificant, and I was still.引自第1页
Chapter 77
The less I had to eat, the larger became the portions I dreamed of. My fantasy meals grew to be the size of India. A Ganges of dhal soup. Hot chapattis the size of Rajasthan. Bowls of rice as big as Uttar Pradesh. Sambars to flood all of Tamil Nadu. Ice cream heaped as high as the Himalayas.引自第1页
Chapter 99
Love is hard to believe, ask any lover. Life is hard to believe, ask any scientist. God is hard to believe, ask any believer. What is your problem with hard to believe?引自第1页
Why do people move? What makes them uproot and leave everything they've known for a great unknown beyond the horizon? Why climb this Mount Everest of formalities that makes you feel like a beggar? Why enter this jungle of foreignness where everything is new, strange and difficult? The answer is the same the world over: people move in hope of a better life.(1回应)
2012-11-21 12:14:481人喜欢
Why do people move? What makes them uproot and leave everything they've known for a great unknown beyond the horizon? Why climb this Mount Everest of formalities that makes you feel like a beggar? Why enter this jungle of foreignness where everything is new, strange and difficult? The answer is the same the world over: people move in hope of a better life.引自 29
Pi For evil in the open is but evil from within that has been let out. The main battlefield for good is not the open ground of the public arena but the small clearing of each heart. To me, religion is about our dignity, not our depravity. Reason is excellent for getting food, clothing and shelter. Reason is the very best tool kit. Nothing beats reason for keeping tigers away. But be excessively...
2013-06-13 22:54:30
Pi
For evil in the open is but evil from within that has been let out.
The main battlefield for good is not the open ground of the public arena but the small clearing of each heart.
To me, religion is about our dignity, not our depravity.
Reason is excellent for getting food, clothing and shelter. Reason is the very best tool kit. Nothing beats reason for keeping tigers away. But be excessively reasonable and you risk throwing out the universe with the bathwater.”
“Isn’t telling about something—using words, English or Japanese—already something of an invention? Isn’t just looking upon this world already something of an invention?”
“The world isn’t just the way it is. It is how we understand it, no? And in understanding something, we bring something to it, no? Doesn’t that make life a story?”
All living things contain a measure of madness that moves them in strange, sometimes inexplicable ways. This madness can be saving; it is part and parcel of the ability to adapt. Without it. no species would survive.
2021-12-30 09:39:01
All living things contain a measure of madness that moves them in strange, sometimes inexplicable ways. This madness can be saving; it is part and parcel of the ability to adapt. Without it. no species would survive.
Life of Pi Yann Martel 18. April 2021 Chapter 1 When you've suffered a great deal in life, each additional pain is both unbearable and trifling 18. April 2021 Chapter 1 You've got the wrong fellow. You may not believe in life, but I don't believe in death 18. April 2021 Chapter 1 The reason death sticks so closely to life isn't biological necessity—it's envy. Life is so beautiful that death ha...
2021-05-05 01:23:43
Life of Pi
Yann Martel
18. April 2021
Chapter 1
When you've suffered a great deal in life, each additional pain is both unbearable and trifling
18. April 2021
Chapter 1
You've got the wrong fellow. You may not believe in life, but I don't believe in death
18. April 2021
Chapter 1
The reason death sticks so closely to life isn't biological necessity—it's envy. Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it, a jealous, possessive love that grabs at what it can
19. April 2021
Chapter 1
a tie is a noose, and inverted though it is, it will hang a man nonetheless if he's not careful.
20. April 2021
Chapter 4
It was a huge zoo, spread over numberless acres, big enough to require a train to explore it, though it seemed to get smaller as I grew older, train included. Now it's so small it fits in my head
20. April 2021
Chapter 4
The riot of flowers
红杏枝头春意闹的 “闹” 字，可做此riot翻译
20. April 2021
Chapter 4
Animals in the wild lead lives of compulsion and necessity within an unforgiving social hierarchy in an environment where the supply of fear is high and the supply of food low and where territory must constantly be defended and parasites forever endured
20. April 2021
Chapter 4
The smallest changes can upset them. They want things to be just so, day after day, month after month. Surprises are highly disagreeable to them
20. April 2021
Chapter 4
Certain illusions about freedom plague them both.
20. April 2021
Chapter 5
The cruelty of children comes as news to no one
20. April 2021
Chapter 5
The sound would disappear, but the hurt would linger, like the smell of piss long after it has evaporated
20. April 2021
Chapter 7
It was my first clue that atheists are my brothers and sisters of a different faith, and every word they speak speaks of faith. Like me, they go as far as the legs of reason will carry them—and then they leap
23. April 2021
Chapter 8
Life will defend itself no matter how small it is
23. April 2021
Chapter 10
All living things contain a measure of madness that moves them in strange, sometimes inexplicable ways
23. April 2021
Chapter 14
Socially inferior animals are the ones that make the most strenuous, resourceful efforts to get to know their keepers. They prove to be the ones most faithful to them, most in need of their company, least likely to challenge them or be difficult
26. April 2021
Chapter 17
Catholics have a reputation for severity, for judgment that comes down heavily
26. April 2021
Chapter 17
But once a dead God, always a dead God, even resurrected. The Son must have the taste of death forever in His mouth
26. April 2021
Chapter 17
Christianity stretches back through the ages, but in essence it exists only at one time: right now
26. April 2021
Chapter 19
It felt good to bring my forehead to the ground. Immediately it felt like a deeply religious contact
seriously？ so feeble minded ...
27. April 2021
Chapter 25
The main battlefield for good is not the open ground of the public arena but the small clearing of each heart
27. April 2021
Chapter 29
people move in the hope of a better life.
27. April 2021
Chapter 29
People move because of the wear and tear of anxiety. Because of the gnawing feeling that no matter how hard they work their efforts will yield nothing, that what they build up in one year will be torn down in one day by others. Because of the impression that the future is blocked up, that they might do all right but not their children. Because of the feeling that nothing will change, that happiness and prosperity are possible only somewhere else
28. April 2021
Chapter 32
measure of madness that moves life in strange but saving ways
28. April 2021
Chapter 32
I'm sure even the adult viper, as it swallowed the mouse, must have felt somewhere in its undeveloped mind a twinge of regret, a feeling that something greater was just missed, an imaginative leap away from the lonely, crude reality of a reptile
28. April 2021
Chapter 35
Things didn't turn out the way they were supposed to, but what can you do? You must take life the way it comes at you and make the best of it.
29. April 2021
Chapter 45
It is a particularly funny thing to read human traits in animals, especially in apes and monkeys, where it is so easy
29. April 2021
Chapter 46
To lose your mother, well, that is like losing the sun above you. It is like losing—I'm sorry, I would rather not go on
1. May 2021
Chapter 59
If you want to see wildlife, it is on foot, and quietly, that you must explore a forest. It is the same with the sea. You must stroll through the Pacific at a walking pace, so to speak, to see the wealth and abundance that it holds
1. May 2021
Chapter 61
Stupidity has a price
1. May 2021
Chapter 61
A lifetime of peaceful vegetarianism stood between me and the willful beheading of a fish
1. May 2021
Chapter 61
The idea of beating a soft, living head with a hammer was simply too much
lobster killer … lobster killer！
1. May 2021
Chapter 61
I wept heartily over this poor little deceased soul
seriously？！ no need to save bodily fliud？！！
1. May 2021
Chapter 61
It was the first sentient being I had ever killed. I was now a killer. I was now as guilty as Cain. I was sixteen years old, a harmless boy, bookish and religious, and now I had blood on my hands. It's a terrible burden to carry. All sentient life is sacred. I never forget to include this fish in my prayers
1. May 2021
Chapter 61
profiting from a pitiful flying fish's navigational mistake made me shy and sorrowful, while the excitement of actively capturing a great dorado made me sanguinary and self-assured. But in point of fact the explanation lies elsewhere. It is simple and brutal: a person can get used to anything, even to killing.
2. May 2021
Chapter 73
as gentle and powerful as a little girl's kiss on your cheek.
2. May 2021
Chapter 75
On the day when I estimated it was Mother's birthday, I sang "Happy Birthday" to her out loud
most desperate & sad chapter of the entire book
3. May 2021
Chapter 90
It was Richard Parker who was speaking to me! The carnivorous rascal
4. May 2021
Chapter 94
I am a person who believes in form, in the harmony of order. Where we can, we must give things a meaningful shape. For example—I wonder—could you tell my jumbled story in
4. May 2021
Chapter 94
exactly one hundred chapters, not one more, not one less
4. May 2021
Chapter 99
We find it very unlikely." "So is winning the lottery, yet someone always wins
All Excerpts From
Martel, Yann. “Life of Pi.” Houghton Mifflin Harcourt. Apple Books.
The reason death sticks so closely to life isn't biological necessity — it's envy. Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it, a jealous, possessive love that grabs at what it can. But life leaps over oblivion lightly, losing only a thing or two of no importance, and gloom is but the passing shadow of a cloud.
2020-07-29 03:56:23
The reason death sticks so closely to life isn't biological necessity — it's envy. Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it, a jealous, possessive love that grabs at what it can. But life leaps over oblivion lightly, losing only a thing or two of no importance, and gloom is but the passing shadow of a cloud.
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0 有用 思阳 2012-12-10 05:16:36
我喜欢书的前半部远胜于后半部。这本书其实在电影出来前朋友就给我推荐过，她说一个无规律的数字却造就了自然规律的根基，我翻完全书没看见这句话，但书里面关于信仰的讨论让我觉得很不错。
11 有用 廢匪肥·老🐰 2012-12-05 16:10:51
I still cannot understand how he could abandon me so unceremoniously, without any sort of goodbye, without looking back even once!
0 有用 意闲 2012-11-30 06:27:58
二三部分都有点惊悚。第一部分不少铺垫，动物研究，宗教考问（两位Kumar先生都很有趣），倒是最耐读。作者的小幽默维持到最后（两个日本人私下言谈）。没有哪个故事更真或更魔幻，它们都是Martel写的故事。
0 有用 [已注销] 2009-04-28 08:11:03
Totally amazed
0 有用 dotann 2012-06-01 11:51:05
这一周每天白天出海，晚上看这本书，从无奈的素食者，到苦涩的海水，甚至等待救援的焦急与失望，现在都有一点共通了。平心而论这书本身有点拖沓，语言也不算最好，不过考虑到作者在结构上用的苦心，还是应该算很合适的旅行读物。
0 有用 读书看电影 2022-07-03 08:13:23
豆瓣标记第二本书 2010-01-10想读. 前半部分书更好，后半部分电影更好。结局惊悚。
0 有用 Le Flaneur 2022-06-06 10:53:17
哲学深意我不懂，我主要是来吸猫的
0 有用 ChristopherTin 2022-03-24 18:56:42
馬特爾似乎想成為一位具有詩意抱負的小說家。但他經常失敗，他的優點是對細節的運用，缺點是比喻的使用。他最大的弱點是對話（只要打開書中的一點對話你就能明白我的意思），我甚至認為這就是他選擇寫一本幾乎不需要互動情節的小說的原因。 當然，除了情節之外，主題是本書的另一個主要支柱——馬特爾將一些關於宗教、生活、自然、上帝和小說的有趣思考編入敘述中。然而，它們並不深刻。 更糟糕的是，他被主題絆倒。在小說開頭，... 馬特爾似乎想成為一位具有詩意抱負的小說家。但他經常失敗，他的優點是對細節的運用，缺點是比喻的使用。他最大的弱點是對話（只要打開書中的一點對話你就能明白我的意思），我甚至認為這就是他選擇寫一本幾乎不需要互動情節的小說的原因。 當然，除了情節之外，主題是本書的另一個主要支柱——馬特爾將一些關於宗教、生活、自然、上帝和小說的有趣思考編入敘述中。然而，它們並不深刻。 更糟糕的是，他被主題絆倒。在小說開頭，Pi抨擊了不可知論者，說他們沒有想像力、懦弱，無法像無神論者和宗教人士那樣進行躍升。然而，在最後，馬特爾向我們提出了選擇：有或沒有老虎的故事。如果我們要遵守他的無神論者/宗教二分法，讀者應該明確地躍升到這兩個故事中的一個。事實上，如果走不可知論路線，故事會更豐富，在我看來，這破壞了這本書的整個信息。 (展开)
0 有用 行影瞳 2022-03-17 20:55:51
人类建设的所有文明，都是为了在漫长的生命中为自己铸一艘孤零的船。
0 有用 Hail Satan 2022-03-14 23:20:38
面朝大海春暖花开