Chapter 19 love letter

2000/04/14 Sanlian Life Weekly Author: Lao Le The first time I became interested in love letters was because of a story I read in a little strange book called "The Travels of a Passionate Traveler".The protagonist of the story is a restless priest.Once he racked his brains and couldn't make a love letter to a certain noble lady, so his entourage humbly suggested that he was carrying a love letter that the drummer of their regiment asked him to bring to the wife of a corporal. , maybe you can refer to it.The full text of the letter is as follows: Madame: I am in great pain and despair again, because the corporal has returned, and there is no way we will meet tonight.

Long live the joy!Miss you with all my heart. Love is meaningless without feelings. Without love, there is even less affection. It is said that one should never despair. People said again that Mr. Corporal is on duty on Wednesday, so it's my turn. Everyone will have their turn. Until then—long live love!Long live physical love! The love letter was so well written that the priest simply changed the word "corporate" to "earl" and copied it without mentioning Wednesday's appointment.It was also this love letter that made me pay attention to other love letters, especially those written by famous people who are said to have had a vigorous love at that time.It's not that I'm voyeuristic, I just want to know from a "technical" perspective how celebrities deal with embarrassing things like "Corporal".

But the result is not what I imagined.George Bernard Shaw and that actress from the "Lyceum Theatre" had a lot of turmoil in his forties, but their love letters were similar to reading "Hamburg Drama Review".Tchaikovsky and Mrs. Maker just talked endlessly about "our symphony."In the love letter between Musset and George Sand, there is a rather heartening detail: getting on the job, but other than that, it is still far-fetched. Pretending to be "the child of the century" and writing some confession.In fact, I didn't want to find any privacy from these love letters. What annoys me is that the authors of these letters seem to have known what kind of identity they will go down in history, so in an ordinary love letter, the playwright does not forget to talk about drama and music. Writers never forget to talk about music, and writers never forget to talk about literature.

I later interpreted this as an "occupational disease," but not long afterward I was lucky enough to be allowed to read a love letter written in college by a man I knew.In addition to feelings, the letter also talked about painting, music, poetry, philosophy, ethics and even history.As far as I know, that man has hitherto been neither a painter, a composer, a poet, nor a philosopher, an ethicist, or a historian.I'm confused again. To my shame, I haven't written or received a single love letter so far.I don't know what the love letters in my hands will look like in the future.But if it's true that no one is exempt, I'd like to see at least a little Einstein-like grace—the famous "relativity" famously wrote at the end of one of his equally boring love letters: " Writing letters is stupid."