Chapter 10 Talk about war and colonization (2)

"Leni," she went on, "will you take off your raincoat?" In order to prevent me from falling, she held me tightly and quickly took off my raincoat with great experience. People mistakenly think that the moment of awakening of consciousness and the moment of birth occur at the same time, probably because we simply cannot imagine other states of life other than birth.It seems that we are seeing and feeling from birth, and because of this belief we identify the critical moment of the origin of consciousness with the moment of birth.For five years, a little girl named Renee, a girl with sight, hearing, smell, taste and touch and a whole host of senses, has lived to the point where she doesn't even know herself or the world. It is a denial of the above hasty theory.For, if there is to be cognition, there should at least be a name.

However, due to a series of unfortunate circumstances, no one seemed to think of naming me. "Look at those beautiful eyes!" the elementary school teacher said to me again, and my hunch was that she wasn't lying, and at that moment my eyes sparkled with beauty, reflecting the miracle of my birth, burning like a thousand fires unleashed shiny. I began to tremble, and I looked into her eyes, looking for the sympathy of shared pleasure. In her eyes full of tenderness and kindness, all I saw was pity. When I was finally born, people just pitied me. I was completely in control.

Since my hunger was not quenched in the game of social interaction, and my situation made it all incomprehensible--it was not long before I understood the pity in the eyes of my savior, who ever saw Can a poor girl see through the mysteries of language and revel in them?Has anyone ever seen a poor girl with the same ability to use language as other small children? --then it can only be relieved in books.It was the first time in my life that I came into contact with a book.I have seen older students in my class, when they saw obscure writing on the book, seemed to be driven by the same force, lost in thought, kept silent, absorbed something that seemed to have meaning on the lifeless paper. life stuff.

On my first day of school, when the teacher called my name.I learned to read without others knowing.Back when teachers were still teaching other children letter by letter, I had long known the interconnectedness of weaving letters together, the myriad combinations of them, and the admiration that in this case confers on me. tone of voice.Nobody knows.Thereafter I would read like a madman, at first in secrecy, then when I found that the normal hours of study were past, I would read in front of other people, but with the pleasure and interest that attracted me carefully. cover up. A foolish girl becomes a child hungry for knowledge.

At the age of twelve, I left school and returned home to do housework and farm work with my parents, brothers and sisters.When I was seventeen, I got married.