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------------------ 7 George hadn't messed around for two weeks today.I used the interval to rewrite the first five chapters of Bernie's work - which is why Mr. Z hastily called me from New York.He spoke a little excitedly. "How, how could you write like that?" Mr. Z asked me, and I could almost hear him pulling his hair on the phone. "I didn't intend to change that," I humbly apologized. "Mr. Kaufman called me just now—frankly, he was very angry. He gave you a serious work about the private life of a businessman, and what did you do with it? It was a farce! "

"Listen, I didn't intend to rewrite his book, but the novel and the characters have a life of their own. Bernie's book reads like a comedy, a natural comedy, I just put What was not expressed was expressed." "Mr. Kaufman is pissed off. Say you want to make him a big fool." "That's not the case, Mr. Z. I meant to be blunt, but then I went around in circles—technically, I think I did help a lot." "I did tell him you were one of the best writers, and your reputation was growing. I even introduced him to your last book, Kingdom Return. I think that book was for him. Impressive."

"Maybe I should go see him." "Yes, yes," said Mr. Z. with some relief, "I think it's a good idea before you go on. Anyway, I do recommend you very strongly, and—" "I know. I know. Thank you so much. Really. From the bottom of my heart. I'll see him." I promised, but I didn't know what to say when I met Bernie, so I didn't know what to say about the meeting. With fear. I just hung up the phone and it rang again, what a busy day.It was Mandel, calling to chat.He was lounging in the lab, biting his nails and wondering if the National Science Foundation would allow him to continue his work on life in ionized helium atoms in magnetic fields.The granting authority for this project is no small feat.If he doesn't get it, the kids probably won't be able to attend dieters camp.

"Look, Nudelman, you might be in a little financial trouble, but life isn't too bad for you." "Who said this?" "Dude, there are very few funds this year." "Yes, as thin as a hemp stalk①." ① Hemp stem: a pun, meaning both "less" and "thin". "Oh, timely funding, people in town are talking about you." "About me? Another rumor?" "I thought you liked it." "Humph!" "Speelman, who works in linguistics, came to me yesterday, and he said, did you know that Nudelman came from a very rich family?"

Mandel laughed out loud. I laughed too. "It's not true, is it true?" He checked repeatedly to avoid mistakes. Afterwards I sat and read Chapter 7 of "The Heart and the Hymen," with nothing in sight, and my thoughts slipped back to the rumors that Mandel had eavesdropped on.It's strange how my father always left such an impression on people. When my father fled Vienna in 1938, he left behind not only the Nazis, but his well-paid career as a lawyer.My father could only be an ordinary businessman, and soon he found that printing was the best way to make a living, and he also found that the competition for this line of work was fierce.Also, even if you do everything possible to get the order and send out the finished work on time, there is no guarantee that people will accept it, let alone pay on time.He rides the subway 24 hours a day to search for hard-to-find "orders" along the streets of Manhattan, sometimes finding nothing.Yet at Kew Gardens--where I grew up--there was a constant talk that the tall, silver-haired Dr. Hull Nudelman was a real rich man.

A good dad who doesn't care about suffering and happiness at all.Though he was made a prisoner of the subway by money and familiar with every crack in the road within a mile of his dry 26th Street printing office, he never learned to worship the almighty dollar.He always thought it bad taste to talk about income or talk about want of money, though he did sweat and bled for us unfilial ones.He never haggled and paid the bill no matter how unreasonable it was.He also never discussed the price of cars or the price of meat.This eccentric behavior, combined with his regal, conventional appearance, could naturally only be interpreted as a sign of wealth.I may have unknowingly followed in his footsteps in keeping my mouth shut about money because my poor financial situation made me ashamed to talk about it, or because I was so indifferent to my own family situation that I made me ashamed of others.

Those who are really rich, like Mandel, have just inherited a second fortune. When he was bored and counted the old accounts, I was reluctant to utter half of the word "money". money.money.money.My eyes are still on Bernie's seventh chapter.It's so boring, I just want to yell.This dry chapter is about Pete Miller's first exciting day in London.He checks into a luxury hotel upon arrival, and then, without delay, asks the receptionist to arrange "unique entertainment" for him—not one girl but (note this!) two young girls .For 24 pages, Pete Miller had them pose this way, this way, licking one's pussy and picking another's, one girl gnawed on his earlobe, and so on.Maybe it would be interesting if Blazer Kaufman didn't repeat certain phrases all the time.Whenever he ejaculated, he always said afterward, "This time is better than any other time in his life." Or, "In all of Pete Miller's life, he never had a woman Mile." Or: "He'll never forget baby Charlotte, this time is better than any other time in his life...".Or: "Throughout his whole life he has never..." Poof!laugh!

I started working on revising Chapter Seven.I went through it quickly, picked out all the characters and their descriptions, and then I did it in one go, the typewriter pumped out a mile of tape a minute, and the keyboard smoked. The more I learned about the storyline, the more I couldn't stop laughing, then giggling, and finally roaring.An hour later, I was drenched in sweat, my belly ached from laughing, and the masterpiece was finally finished.I do art like a juggler: Pete Miller checks in, calls the downstairs reception, and five minutes later a girl arrives. "But I want two, you big fool!" he yelled at the polite front desk clerk.A few minutes later there was a knock on the door, Peter hastily covered his genitals, and impatiently opened the door for girl number two.A few minutes later, just as they got into shape, someone knocked on the door again, and the third girl insisted on coming in to play with them and asking him to pay.He didn't quite understand, but let her in anyway.Every minute after that while they were having a good time another girl came in, forced her way in, stripped naked, and joined the rambunctious crowd.The girls followed at unprecedented speed, until the streets of London were so full of women that the girls in Miller's flat had to climb up the crowd to make room for the newcomers.The newly squeezed naked sardine asked hastily: "I said, is this Mr. Miller's room?"At the end of Chapter 7, Bernie Kaufman, alias Pete Miller, is full of girls on his limbs and chest, and someone's otter fur coat is buckled over his face like an oxygen mask, when There was another knock on the door.As I said, art, real "art".

Vigilante Report No. 2 Mr. Nudelman is certainly not the only case on which we have been concerned, despite the limited time and most of the energy devoted to him.We intend to provide a brief, superficial analysis of the many events that have occurred since the last report.The vigilante would like to apologize for omitting the incidents limited by the concise report.I hope those who read this report appreciate the hardships we have had to work under the pressure of mounting cases. Even the most casual watcher is convinced that it would not be difficult to convince a jury of Nudelman's stature that our subject's present state is dangerous and irrational—it would be far more difficult to find a group of his stature people (that's not something to laugh at).

He, Nudelman, had found a job as good as he could get, and set out to make a mess of what his employer wanted.Kaufman, who is respected in the business world, generously extended a helping hand to Mr. Nu, and invited him to lunch during the negotiation, but in return, the helping hand was cut off at the elbow, because Mr. Nu It is very unreasonable to ask to raise the price of 2 yuan per page that was negotiated in advance.Instead of being grateful, Mr. Nu showed his greed time and time again.Is there any limit to his insatiable appetite? Although our subject claims to have been writing for 15 years, he has not grasped even the most basic feature of his chosen profession: the author writes for the reader.Since ancient times, no matter how far the history is, no matter how prominent the reputation, from Bocasio ① to Jacqueline Susan ②, they have followed this characteristic to create.Mr. Kaufman displayed his talent in literature, writing for a specific audience, whereas Nudelman's creations clearly had no purpose.If readers were allowed to choose, whose would they choose—Mr. Nudelman's relentless slander of society, or Mr. Kaufman's fast-paced narrative?

① Bocasio (1313-1375): Italian writer. ② Jacqueline Susan: American contemporary writer. Instead of eagerly accepting the most promising opportunity, which—even Mr. Nu realized—could lead him smoothly to a lucrative career, Mr. He ruined his job by turning an amateur but serious work into a kitschy farce.Worse, we find him repeatedly using his "do whatever you want" trick to make fun of the human act of reproduction.As the Soski boy lashed out at him with tact and empathy the other day as he drove past him in the tractor: "You know that? You're sick!" Now that our subjects are the Soskies' neighbors, let us survey briefly the recent sequence of events. Mr Nu's charge against George Soski was to disturb him and prevent him from completing Kaufman's draft.We vigilantes would interpret his allegations as obstacles that Mr. Noo had so easily erected between him and the typewriter.One couldn't help but compare him in distress to the hyperactive kid who just suffered minor injuries and used that as an excuse to stop working.His thoughts can only be concentrated for a little more than half an hour. We have to ask, how can a person like him who is restless like him persist in doing a job well?It was a basic question that even his own children asked.ill.ill.ill.Need more proof? As we vigilantes always do with our would-be patients, we went back to their past and ran through the events of Mr. Nu's recent life, but the eventual findings were against our expectations and Contrary to what we had expected, we had expected to give Mr. Nudelman something, even a vague health certificate.In short, let's recap the facts that made us decide: (1) About Mr. Joe Soski's destruction of Mr. Nu's car: According to the expert appraisal of our insurance company, the destruction of the car is indeed a fact (rather than a fiction).However, experts can tell us with certainty that the damage to the car was not intentional.The official investigation proved that "Joe Soski was simply trying to get around that car, which can happen to our best drivers." (2) Question about Joe Soski's playing music: Rock music is considered a phenomenon of our time, as common as the ancient Romans threw Christian believers to lions.In the latter case, they were sent to the Colosseum for the pleasure of the public, not for the suffering of the victims.The same is true of loud noises, which are the prerequisite for enjoying modern music, not for the purpose of deliberately destroying people's peace of mind. Our investigations have shown that George Soski only listens to music outside his home, and at an acceptable volume.Mr Soski insisted in his testimony that he did not "at all" want to stimulate people with the music, instead he was simply trying to "feel the rhythm of the music". (3) Regarding deliberate low shooting and shooting: This country has always had a tradition of emphasizing self-defense and training sharpshooters. The young Soski was just practicing his pistol shooting skills.With George Soski's superb shooting ability, the chances of the bullet deviating from the can and hitting Nudelman's path are slim to none. (iv) About horses tied to Nudelman's road: This incident contributed to his paranoid state (even to the point that Nu blamed Joe Soski for leaving his car radio on all night), if The road is paved with gravel and asphalt in accordance with parking lot regulations, all of which could have been avoided. Comments on the Soski affair are not inconclusive, and we find that initially we suspected (in report 1) that Mr. Nu had persecuted fantasies (about repressed black theories), which turned out to stem from his understanding of conflict".After a misunderstanding in the nearest neighbourhood, Mr Nou contorted three equations: Mr Nou equals a peaceful and beleaguered State of Israel, and the Soskies equal Palestinian terrorists.Mr. Nu is equal to the unarmed Jewish community, and the Soski family is equal to the Cossacks who are trying to cause a massacre.His metaphors may have been brilliant, but his assessment of his situation - barring the outright fabrications - was ambivalent.Nudelman first severely accused the Soski family of prejudice against him and could not tolerate him, and then got out of control and began to denigrate the traditions of Polish Americans, mock their Catholicism, slander the patriarch, and despise their regular church attendance. worship.What's next?Is it time to curse our God?If Nudelman could not accept the beliefs of a moral and intelligent man, we vigilantes would have to ask him, "What the hell do you believe in, Mr. Nudelman?" During one of our contacts with our vigilantes, Nudelman made it clear that he was planning to write a new book, apparently titled "Goobersville Is Crumbling."In that and subsequent contacts, we clearly and unequivocally pointed out that this idea is not advisable.He attempts to "tell it all" in this self-contained book that, far from delivering salutary results, will only serve to vilify friends and neighbors and unravel dangerous old wounds. He refused to accept our warnings, in fact he seems to have begun writing the book and intends to include our report in his "book" - in retaliation for our sympathetic custody of him, he intends to execute us spying. Since this is a free and democratic country, and his actions so far remain largely legal, we have no intention of taking steps to stop his dangerous behavior.There is no doubt that Mr. Nu will bring himself the "crash" that appears in the title of his book.But why did he insist on calling the town in which he lived "Goobersville"?Everyone knows that the name of this town is indeed beautiful. Prediction: sick.ill.ill.