生病时要深切记着当时辛苦的感受，
痊愈后便会更珍惜健康所带来的自由，
连吃东西也特别有滋味。
≪有熊真好≫ —— 白白与你相遇的每一天 48页
Darylhochi 著
ISBN 978-957-10-6995-1
痊愈后便会更珍惜健康所带来的自由，
连吃东西也特别有滋味。
≪有熊真好≫ —— 白白与你相遇的每一天 48页
Darylhochi 著
ISBN 978-957-10-6995-1
Saturday, September 30, 2017
这样的晚上
天气冷了，人也累了，
这样的晚上，可以盖着被子，
躺在沙发上，感受着被子从冷变暖，
最后在这温暖的被窝里看看电视，
然后睡着，多幸福。
≪有熊真好≫ —— 白白与你相遇的每一天 42页
Darylhochi 著
ISBN 978-957-10-6995-1
这样的晚上，可以盖着被子，
躺在沙发上，感受着被子从冷变暖，
最后在这温暖的被窝里看看电视，
然后睡着，多幸福。
≪有熊真好≫ —— 白白与你相遇的每一天 42页
Darylhochi 著
ISBN 978-957-10-6995-1
Sunday, September 24, 2017
He wasn't Handsome at All
Ostra felt she had snapped like a willow stem. She turned from the village and lay on the clifftop on the warm breast of the earth, weeping, weeping. The day waned and the sky changed colour and still she wept. There Wolvas found her and pulled her roughly to her feet.
"Ostra," he said, "you have no family and no protection. Now surely you must take me as your husband."
Ostra wiped her eyes and looked at him. For the first time she saw that he wasn't handsome at all: that he had a nasty, hard mouth; that his eyes were like a dead fish's, and his muscly body was rather stringy and cold. So when a beautiful brown hare popped his head out of the undergrowth and started to say,
"He's wi..."
Ostra interrupted the creature,
"I know, I know!" she told the hare. "But I've got no more excuses!"
... ...
The White Hare, P24-26
by Nicola Davis
Illustration Anastasia Izlesou
ISBN 978-1-9108-6248-3
The Big Silence of the Stars
Weaving pots was a winter job. In spring and summer willow stems loose their bendiness and become snappy and brittle. So, on winter evenings, after it was dark and her father was back from the sea, Ostra walked up the cliff to the marshy willow bed on the edge of the woods to cut the willow stems and weave them. She worked by the light of the moon or of a little rush lantern, yellow flamed and trailing the stink of animal fat. In the cold, in the wind, in the rain.
Ostra liked the work, because it was peaceful and solitary and gave her time to be quiet.
The rhythm of bending and binding the stems to make the big, open shape of the crab pt pleased her. Sometimes she sang quietly to herself, but more often she sat quietly listening to the sounds of the winter night, the screaming vixens, the owl hooting, the wolves howling and, above all the sound of Earth, to the big silence of the stars. Listening in the cold, winter silence is how she came to hear animals speaking to her.
The White Hare, P7-9
by Nicola Davis
Illustration Anastasia Izlesou
ISBN 978-1-9108-6248-3
Sunday, September 17, 2017
Doing and Un-doing and Doing Again
I realised, though I was on Earth, I had been living this past year as I had always lived. I was just thinking I could carry on, moving forward. But I was not me any more. I was a human, give or take. And humans are about change. This is how they survive, by doing and un-doing and doing again.
I had done some things I couldn't undo, but there were others I could amend. I had become a human by betraying rationality and obeying feeling. To stay me, I knew there would come a point when I would have to do the same again.
Time passed.
Squinting, I looked again to the sky.
The Earth's sun can look very much alone, yet it has relatives all across this galaxy, stars that were born in the exact same place, but which were now very far away from each other, lighting very different worlds.
I was like a sun.
I was a long way from where I started. And I have changed. Once I thought I could pass through time like a neutrino passes through matter, effortlessly and without stopping to think, because time would never run out.
The Humans, P288
Matt Haig
ISBN 978-0-85786-876-3
Sunday, September 10, 2017
Advice for a Human
Advice for a human
1. ... ...
2. Don't worry about your abilities. You have the ability to love. That is enough.
3. Be nice to other people. At the universal level, they are you.
... ...
7. Irony is fine, but not as fine as feeling.
8. ... ...
9. Sometimes, to be yourself you will have to forget yourself and become something else. Your character is not a fixed thing. You will sometimes have to move to keep up with it.
... ...
13. You shouldn't have been born. Your existence is as close to impossible as can be. To dismiss the impossible is to dismiss yourself.
14. Your live will have 25,0000 days in it. Make sure you remember some of them.
... ...
25. There is only one genre in fiction. The genre is called 'book'.
... ...
29. If there is a sunset, stop and look at it. Knowledge is finite. Wonder is infinite.
... ....
33. You are not the most intelligent creature in the universe. You are not even the most intelligent creature on your planet. Yhe tonal language in the song of a humpback whale displays more complexity than the entire works of Shakespeare. It is not a competition. Well, it is. But don't worry about it.
... ...
38. Walt Whitman was right about at least one thing. You will contradict yourself. You are large. You contain multitudes.
... ...
41. Your brain is open. Never let it be closed.
42. In a thousand years, if humans survive that long, everything you know will have been disapproved. And replaced by even bigger myths.
... ...
46. A paradox. The things you don't need to live - books, art, cinema, wine and so on - are things you need to live.
47. ... ...
48. No two moralities match. Accept different shapes, so long as they aren't sharp enough to hurt.
... ...
51. Alcohol in the evening is very enjoyable. Hangovers in the mornings are very unpleasant. At some point you have to choose: evenings, or mornings.
... ...
60. Obey your head. Obey your heart. Obey your gut. In fact, obey everything except commands.
61. One day, if you get into a position of power, tell people this: just because you can, it doesn't mean you should. There is a power and a beauty in unproved conjectures, unkissed lips and unpicked flowers.
... ...
65. Don't think you know. Know you think.
... ...
74. A quark is not the smallest thing. The wish you have on your death-bed - to have worked harder - that is the smallest thing. Because it won't be there.
75. Politeness is often fear. Kindness is always courage. But caring is what makes human. Care more, become more human.
76. In your mind, change the name of every day to Saturday. And change the name of work to play.
... ...
81. You can't find happiness looking for the meaning of life. Meaning is only the third important thing. It comes after loving and being.
82. If you think something is ugly, look harder. Ugliness is just a failure of seeing.
83. ... ...
84. Your are more than the sum of your particles. And that is quite a sum.
85. ... ...
86. To like something is to insult it. Love it or hate it. Be passionate. As Civilisation advances, so does indifference. It is a disease. Immunise yourself with art. And love.
... ...
90. But know this. Men are not from Mars. Women are not from Venus. Do not fall for categories. Everyone is everything. Every ingredient inside a star is inside you, and every personality that ever existed competes in the theatre of your mind for the main role.
... ...
94. You don't have to be an academic. You don't have to be anything. Don't force it. Feel your way, and don't stop feeling your way until something fits. Maybe nothing will. Maybe you are a road, not a destination. That is fine. Be a road. But make sure it's one with something to look at out of the window.
... ...
97. I love you. Remember that.
The Humans, P271-277
Matt Haig
ISBN 978-0-85786-876-3
Saturday, September 9, 2017
Penguin
Ben ignored Penguin.
Penguin ignored Ben.
So Ben fired Penguin into outer space ...
Penguin came back to Earth without a word.
Penguin
Polly Dunbar
ISBN 978-1-4063-7331-8
Sunday, September 3, 2017
True Love Had Its Name for A Reason
I briefly toyed with the idea that I should try to convince her that nothing I had told her was true. That we were more magical realism than science fiction, specifically that branch of literary fiction that comes complete with an unreliable narrator. That I wasn't really an alien. That I was a human who'd had a breakdown, and there was nothing extraterrestrial or extramarital about me. Gulliver might have known what he had seen, but Gulliver had a fragile mind. I could easily denied everything. A dog's health fluctuates. People fall off roofs and survive. After all, humans - especially adult ones - want to believe the most mundane truths possible. They need to, in order to stop their worldviews, and their sanity, from capsizing and plunging them into the vast ocean of incomprehensible.
But it seemed too disrespectful, somehow, and I couldn't do it. Lies were everywhere on this planet, but true love had its name for a reason. And if a narrator tells you it was just a dream, you want to tell him he has simply passed from one delusion into another one, and he could wake from this new reality at any time. You had to stay consistent to life's delusions. All you had was your perspective, so objective truth was meaningless. You has to choose a dream and stick with it. Everything else was a con. And once you had tasted truth and love in the same potent cocktail, there had to be no more tricks. But while I knew I couldn't correct this version of things with any integrity, living with it was hard.
The Humans, P263-264
Matt Haig
ISBN 978-0-85786-876-3
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