Chapter 7 noblewoman (3)

"That thing is fragile," he added, "please be careful." The verb conjugations in the imperative sentence and "Please be careful" were also not lucky enough to please me, not to mention that he thought I couldn't grasp the subtleties of syntax and just spoke according to my own preferences and didn't care about me. You may feel insulted by it.To hear the words that come out of a rich man's mouth just for himself, and he doesn't expect you to understand even though the words are addressed to you, just plunged me into the deepest part of the social swamp.

"Why are you so weak?" I asked in an unfriendly tone. He sighed deliberately, and I smelled a faint ginger smell in his breath. "It's a book from the early days of printing," he said to me, looking me in the eye with landowner-like satisfaction, and I tried to look transfixed. "Okay, I hope this book can help you," I said with a disgusted look on my face. "I'll get it to you as soon as the messenger arrives." Then I slammed the door shut. Pierre Arden was at dinner again tonight, and when it came to the elegance of vocabulary, he described the outrage of his porter when he mentioned to her a book published in the early days of the printing press, She might have mistaken it for a bawdy book.I laughed out loud at the time.

Haha God only knows which of the two of us was most humiliated.One of the World Sports Journals Stay Alone, But Don't Drop Your Gym Shorts It's a great thing to have deep thoughts on a regular basis, but I don't think it's enough.What I mean is: I'm going to kill myself in a few months and set my house on fire, and obviously, I certainly can't think that I have enough time, and I should do something practical and practical with the little time I have left. It's a reliable thing, not to mention that I also set myself a challenge: If you commit suicide, you should be sure what to do, and you can't just burn the house down for no reason.So if there is anything worth trying in this world, I mustn't miss it, because once you die, it doesn't help if you die, and if you die because you made a mistake, it's really stupid to the extreme.

Obviously, I have deep thoughts.But in my deepest thoughts, I am enjoying myself, and in general I am an intellectual (who laughs at other intellectuals).It's not glamorous but self-entertaining, so I feel I should make up for this "brilliance of the soul" with another journal that talks about the human body or object.Not profound thoughts about the mind, but masterpieces about matter.Something embodied and tangible.But something beautiful or aesthetically pleasing.I can't think of anything else that makes life full but love, friendship, and the beauty of art.Love and friendship, I am too young to pursue.But art... if I had to live, I would dedicate my life to it.In conclusion, when I refer to art, just to be clear: I do not mean masterpieces by masters.Even for the master figure Vermeer (Jan Vermeer, 1632-1675), the famous master of genre painting in the Netherlands in the 17th century, is a master of studying and depicting light.Representative works include "The Milkmaid", "Girl with a Pearl Earring", among which "Girl with a Pearl Earring" is a masterpiece as famous as Da Vinci's "Mona Lisa". --Annotated works, I will not give up my life for it.Because his creations are admirable but inanimate objects.That's right, but for me, what I want is the beauty that exists in the world, that is, something that is presented in the actions of life and can improve our spiritual realm.My "World Sports Journal" will be dedicated to the study of the movement behavior of people and the body. If there is really nothing to write about, the movement of objects is also fine. At the same time, I will find out some of them that are beautiful enough and can bring life value things like grace, beauty, harmony, intensity.If I could find it, I might reconsider the trade-off: if I found the beauty of human body movement, perhaps due to the lack of a better conception of the mind, I might change my mind and think that life is worth living.

In fact, I once had the idea of ​​writing two diaries (one about the mind and one about the body).Yesterday, because Dad watched a football game on TV.Before that, whenever there was a football game, I would pay special attention to Dad's reaction.I especially like to watch him roll up his sleeves, take off his shoes, slump into the sofa, with a beer in his left hand and a sausage in his right hand, and then he shouts loudly while watching the game: "Look, I am also a person who knows how to enjoy life! "He obviously didn't expect that a Conformist (very strict Mr. Minister of the Republic) plus another Conformist (still a good gentleman and likes cold beer) equals the square of Conformity.Simply put, every Saturday, Dad would come home earlier than usual, toss his briefcase away, shake off his shoes, roll up his sleeves, grab a can of beer from the kitchen, and sit down in front of the TV. , said to me: "Honey, please bring me a sausage, I don't want to miss the jacuzzi." Actually, before I missed the jacuzzi, I had plenty of time to cut the sausage and bring it to him.There are still commercials on TV.Mom sits wobbly on the arm of the couch as a way of showing her disapproval of this stuff (in this conformist family I'm asking for the leftist intellectual frog referring to ex-French President Mitterrand who was in the 1980s or so During the co-government period, they always opposed rightist measures.--Annotation image), and then used to hold a very troublesome dinner party to divert Dad's attention, mainly to invite two couples who were angry during the Cold War to come to their house for dinner so that they could reunite Good thing.When we know mother's little thoughts, we know what makes people laugh about this plan.Simply put, I bring the sausage to Dad.I knew that Colombe must be listening to the most avant-garde Latin Quarter music in her room, so I said to myself: Anyway, why not, let's do a little jacque too, as far as I can remember, The Haka dance is a somewhat funny dance performed by the New Zealand team before the game. It is a way to intimidate the enemy by imitating the appearance of orangutans.In my memory, the rugby game is a dull game, a group of able-bodied people keep falling on the lawn, get up and fall again, three steps later there is chaos.