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Grange

图文并茂，有意思。

洋八路

234 【Little Women】It was no paler and but littler thinner than in the autumn, yet there was a strange, transparent look about it, as if the mortal was being slowly refined away, and the immortal shining through the frail flesh with an indescribably pathetic beauty. -- by Louisa May Alcottby

-- 她一天一天地瘦弱，越来越苍白，19岁，象林黛玉，病态的美。。

悉尼：一对巨大的睾丸，不信，自摸 。。I can’t but think of them depicting a pair of massive testicles of Sydney, and I am even more convinced that it is, after all, the original design of the sculpture. But if you refuse to agree with me, please do come over and spread your own touch. I believe the warmth on its surface will settle your mind and narrow your impression to the point of mine…

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旺仔小馒头

学习一下

旺仔小馒头

学习一下都有糖吃，高兴！

洋八路

235 【Little Women】Whether they like it or not, they are virtually put upon the shelf as soon as the wedding excitement is over, and most of them might exclaim, as did a very pretty woman the other day, "I'm as handsome as ever, but no one takes any notice of me because I'm married." -- by Louisa May Alcottby

-- 结婚了就没有人注意了？

四川黄龙：他一天背两次，一次70元，我给他100元，请他背我上山。他打量我上下，犹豫一阵，最后还是答应了我的建议。他把巨大的木条先放在旁边，开始要背我，看他认真模样，我还真有点不好意思。不过也想，这个交易也是互利的，我比木头轻，也比木头小，而且还比木头聪明，他累了的时候，只要说一声，我是可以下来自己走一段的。。。况且100块钱啊，折合澳币20了呢，啤酒可以买4瓶，买一个半醉的舒服程度也不会差的。。。。。这样想，感觉并没有太欺负他。。。。没想到，我刚一上他的背，他忽然全身发力，把我摔在地上，痛的我连大哭都不敢。。。。最后他走了，一句话都没说，钱也没还我。我羞愧难当，坐在地上，还非常害怕他回来踢我，朝我吐口水。。。现在想起来，这是我一辈子做的最亏的一笔生意。。。 He told me he was paid 70 yuan for one trip of carrying the pile wood uphill，and could only do it twice a day without making himself overly fatigued. Then, upon a strange motive, that might explain half an urge of my humanely compassion, and half the fun to be possibly derived from the queer experience, I proposed giving him 100 yuan for carrying me instead of the wood, of course on the same route. He surveyed me suspiciously from head to foot, hesitating and remained undecided for quite a while, before accepting my offer with a resolute nod of ‘ok’, in a manner very much like a smart business man closing a long-running negotiation. He then moved to the side, and started unloading the massive wooden piles onto the ground, while I was watching him with a feeling of shameful discomfort, which was helplessly increased with the moments as he prepared his new task. Nevertheless, as a smart person, I was confident enough to wash well down the negative feeling by a good logic of justification. For one, I considered the deal to be mutually beneficial. I was not only much lighter in weight and a great deal shorter in length than the pile wood, but considerably smarter as well. For that reason, at least, I knew how to tear myself off from his back and walk on my own feet if detecting the man was too tired and when he had a need for an urgent gasping rest. And, the cost of 100 yuan was by no means a trifle expense; if converted to $20, it could buy up to four cans of Australian beer that would amount to a significant level of alcoholic pleasure. Therefore, all things considered, I had made myself becoming quite carefree and light-hearted, until the time he was ready to do his job. But to my utmost exasperation, as soon as I climbed onto his back, he suddenly and forcibly flung my body off his back, like an untamed wild horse shaking a novice rider, throwing my unprepared body straight onto the pavement. My back and my right elbow hit hard to the concrete, so unbearably painful that I couldn’t even find a voice of crying. After his violent exertion, the man, of whose face now turned deadly crimson, left the scene, neither returning my money, nor did he utter a single word, as if his device was completely choked by his ecstasy of ferocity. Watching his back, I struggled to sit up on the ground with an exceeding mortification, still fearing he could just come back to kick me and spit over me even more. It was such a horrid experience to be recalled that I had to admit that this was my worst business deal I have ever conducted in my entire life.

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floraz

原帖由 洋八路 于 2012-1-6 16:58 发表
235 【Little Women】Whether they like it or not, they are virtually put upon the shelf as soon as the wedding excitement is over, and most of them might exclaim, as did a very pretty woman the other d ...

really? true story?

洋八路

i better leave it to your imaginative judgement...

Grange

那人衣服那么脏，肯定还有一身臭汗味，LZ是不会让他背的。You are so gullible. :)

洋八路

236 【The importance of Living】Only he who is not wanted by the public can be a carefree individual, and only he who is a carefree individual can be a happy human being. -- By Lin Yutan

-- 老子哲学，真的这样吗？这个说法肯定有问题。。公众人物肯定是可以幸福的，换句话说，现在谁都是公众人物，都是社会化的人，相互依赖了。。


投资是门艺术，艺术值得投资；建议改为  投资是门骗术，骗术值得投机  --  Investment is a special art, and art is worth your investment  vs  Investment is a means of cheating, and cheating is worth your speculating.

astina

这话有点道理，公众人物没有自由，自由有限的情况很难谈快乐

洋八路

原帖由 astina 于 2012-1-8 00:08 发表
这话有点道理，公众人物没有自由，自由有限的情况很难谈快乐

那为什么他们要做公众人物？肯定还有什么让我们感到快乐的东西。。到底是什么呢？

astina

不外乎名与利而已

洋八路

原帖由 astina 于 2012-1-8 00:16 发表
不外乎名与利而已

名和利肯定有让人幸福的成分，还是追问一下，他们到底是什么？

astina

太深刻了，超越我的智商范围

似水华年

果真是每日一句呀，都坚持到2012了，(monkey06)
谢谢分享~

洋八路

原帖由 astina 于 2012-1-8 00:16 发表
不外乎名与利而已

我原来很久以前听过一种说法：名和利其实追求的是‘不孤独’，让自己同社会产生最大程度的‘交换’，可以让你在人群中获得比较完整的‘安全感’。。可能关键问题是，人会对已种生活方式有‘腻’，并不是名和利不好，而是，对有些人太多，而有些人有太少。。所以，公众人物就不幸福的说法也是有点偏薄。。他们完全过过瘾过后换一种生活。。现在的人是可以做到的。。

似水华年

名和利其实追求的是‘不孤独’，让自己同社会产生最大程度的‘交换’，可以让你在人群中获得比较完整的‘安全感’。。——这倒是有点符合我的感觉，不是过分追求名利，而是追求不孤独~

似水华年

楼主的大作出版了么？有木有片段赏析呀？(monkey33)

洋八路

237 【Little Dorrit】He looked at the fire from which the blaze departed, from which the after-glow subsided, in which the ashes turned grey, from which they dropped to dust, and thought, "How soon I too shall pass through such changes, and be gone!" -- by Charles Dickens


-- 人走如灯灭？

这些讨厌的水珠，把她的腰都折弯了，高兴了我，却辛苦了她。。-- How mischievous are these beads of rains, that make her waist bent and cause her pain, while I am there being entertained.

洋八路

238 【Little Dorrit】This was Mr Meagels' invariable habit. Always to object to everything while he was travelling, and always to want to get back to it when he was not travelling. -- by Charles Dickens

-- 关于旅游。。


悉尼：看了这个，有没有人会怀念，羡慕，嫉妒，BS，想象，欲望，偷看，郁闷，不快，口渴，饥饿，沉重，失落，无所谓，或者说不清？-- Upon the scene, please pick one word from the following set that could best describe your momentary feeling – reflect, admire, envy, despise, imagine, desire, leer, distress, sad, thirsty, hungry, heavy, lost, careless, or simply indefinable?

洋八路

239 【Little Dorrit】It was one of the parasite streets; long, regular, narrow, dull, and gloomy; like a brick and mortar funeral. -- by Charles Dickens

-- 不好意思，让我想起‘唐人街’- 不是正街，是唐人街后门的那种街道。。

怎么看着看着，象是一个老八路。。。Taking a closer look, I have a fancy, not at all illusionary, that it is just an old and wrecked version of me...

Lily-雨田

学习了~~好贴~~！！！

顶楼主一个~

洋八路

240 【Patrick White Letters】Sometimes I get fed up to the teeth here in the country, where the type of Australian one encounters is the most uninspiring, unintelligent, deadening specimen to be found on earth. Although you will meet many charming people here, I detest the average Australian, who is a little more than a cheap imitation of the American. - by Patrick White.

-- 一个早期英国移民对澳洲人的看法。。


悉尼----- 海浪，永不停歇; 翻滚的，是层叠的恐惧；破灭的，是雪色的梦幻；赋予的却是烈火和激情。。- The wave is incessantly beating; it ruffles up a spread of threat; it breaks down a snowy scene; and it fires up a passion in the extreme.

洋八路

241 【Patrick White Letters】I am thinking of calling the novel The Living and the Dead. I'm more and more conscious, anyway in the country, of people being divided into two catergories -- the people who are aware and the people who are - well, just dead... - by Patrick White.

-- 两类人，一死一活？或者所谓的行尸走肉？


上海城隍庙：布鞋，镣铐,血泪演出。。 A pair of hand-made fabric shoes, blood stains on his white shirt, tears in their weeping eyes, and his feet, which were tortured and bitterly chained, were among the sentimental elements in a performance I happened to see in the sorrowful, raining afternoon….

洋八路

242 【Patrick White Letters】It is very gratifying when somebody one hasn't seen for months, says spontaneously in the first few moments, 'Now what about money? if you find your are short, you must come to me at once.' - by Patrick White.

-- 现在还可以找到这样的朋友么？

悉尼：下雨天，一对野鸭，漂在水上无所事事。我走近，热情地挥手，它们不睬我。我突然一急一蹲，假装要捡石头，这激烈的动作显然刺激了它们麻木的神经，它们竟展翅高飞起来。其实，应该是平飞才对。飞的不高，不快，也不远，却让我惊讶不已，这笨笨的、灰暗的鸭子，竟可以飞的如此美丽. -- In a drizzling afternoon, in the rippling water in a little ditch in a garden close to my house, was a pair of ducks. They were floating on, listlessly, with their placid wings closed up undisturbed. I neared them, not in the same sneaking manner as I would approach a bird in the tree, and waved my passionate hands to arouse their attention, but they did not reply to me in any of their duck’s way. I then became impatient and somehow desperate for a special type of communication with the only living creatures around me, suddenly stooped down, as if I was going to pick a stone to hit them. My abrupt, threatening movement must have struck serverely the duck’s defensive nerve, for they started to flap their heavy wings, briskly and franticly upon the water for quite a few seconds, before lifting up the body successfully into the air. Not as high and light and swift, of course, as you would see from a bird’s flying, but I was more so amazed with their remarkable efforts, out of their clumsy and colourless bodies, that had produced such a beauty within the sight of my eyes ..

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洋八路

243 【Patrick White Letters】Any moment of complete happiness is impersonal, detached. It is something beyond the happiness of loving and being loved. It is something so distilled and colourless that its intensity is absorbing. I experience sometimes, but rarely, tonight alone, at the aerodrome, for instance. There are no longer any boundaries between the senses, the dimensions. The warmth passes through whether it is stones, or flesh. May this not be similiar to the state of death? Just an infinity of complete understanding and content.  - by Patrick White.

-- 完全的幸福感，静止，没有颜色，超越于爱和被爱，超越感觉和空间。一股暖流可以穿越石头，和肉体，无限的感悟和满足，相当于死亡状态？

下图：“忘了我就没有痛，忘了你也没有用。。” -- forget me, you won't have pain; forget you, it is just vain... ( not sure if this is the correct interpretation..)

洋八路

244 【Patrick White Letters】I still can't work up a thorogh-going enthusiasm for New York. It strikes me as being lacking in a dimension, and the people are without root. But it has a queer irritating fascination about it. I repeatedly get the kind of sick feeling in my stomach I used to have as a child going to theatre in a taxi. That's what I feel is wrong with New York. One's reactions are feverish and intestinal.  - by Patrick White.

-- 看他对纽约的看法。。总感到缺少点啥，但有一种让人烦躁的诱惑，没根，反胃，头晕。。

悉尼：没有相同的鸽子，也没有相同的人，即使长相相似，神态也各异。。-- Not one pigeon to be exactly like another, much as the same phenomenon for human species; even if they have a closest resemblance in shape and size, their temper and character and spirit can still be at vast divergence...

中国龙

洋八路

245 【Little Women】You are like a chestnut burr, prickly outside, but silky-soft within, and a sweet kernal, if one can only get at it.  Love will make you show your heart one day, and then the rough burr will fall off. -- by Louisa May Alcottby

-- Only hope it won't be long before the kernal becomes another part of burr..

悉尼..

洋八路

246 【Dark Peril】The familiar rain felt like a seductive stranger, teasing her senses, running between the valley of her breasts and down her belly to the junction between her legs. Strangely aroused by the sensation, Solange lifted her face to the rain, capturing a few drops in her mouth, allowing it to run down her throat to ease the ache. The was no easing the ache between her legs. -- Christine Feehan.

-- 。。


上海朱家角 ：两个法国人开了一家餐馆，听说就在当地河水旁边抓蜗牛冒充著名的法国蜗牛给游客吃。价格昂贵，不过还是有很多富有的中国人蜂拥尝试这个据说是法国著名的浪漫的蜗牛名菜。后来被一个吃过法国蜗牛的中国客人发现颜色和味道都不地道，因此产生严重纠纷，还打起了官司。法庭审理案件时，派出一批生物学家作科学测试蜗牛的真伪。不过，在收集证据的时候发现在餐馆里竟然还有一桶的活蜗牛，同河岸边采样的蜗牛一模一样。法国人因此败诉，具体惩罚措施不详。让几乎所有听到这个故事的中国人感到极度迷惑的是，为什么法国人没有及时处理那桶蜗牛，而把证据活活留给那些生物专家。。 -- Two French guys had a small restaurant in 朱家角, the popular Venice-styled ancient town located at the outskirt of Shanghai. A rumour was well circulated among the local residents and tourists that the French owner captured the snails from the watery banks at the front of their shop and prepared and marketed them for the renowned French-snail dish. The price of dish was very high, intolerable to most Chinese, but it had still lured large swarms of wealthy Chinese from all over the country, who couldn’t wait to have a taste of the luxurious and romantic French snails. However, one of the guests, who claimed to have been to France and tasted the genuine French snails over there, complained the colour and the taste were far less exquisite than what he had expected. He dared to challenge the French owner that the snails were not imported from France as such boasted, and heated up a dispute seriously enough getting the local authority involved. A court case was heard; a team of snail-specialised biologist were called upon to produce the evidence for a scientific justice. But surprisingly and amazingly, they found a full bucket of live snails still inside restaurant, which were exactly the same as the sampling ones they collected along the walls of the river banks at a rainy day. Therefore, unlike many of the court cases in China which often take years or even generations before its ending, the snail case was closed rather speedily, proving the obvious wrong of the French. It was, of course, an absolute mystery, to most Chinese who have heard this story, as why the French had not destroyed the evidence during the hearing process. It was such a strange and unreasonable human behaviour, utterly beyond their common understanding, that it was believed more than three generations of Chinese are required to get a glimpse of the way by which the two French had conducted their mental process in their handling of the lawsuit.

声明：纯属虚构， -- a fictional case..

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