Chapter 24 Cat Grevy (2)

"I'll do my best," I said, "but I can't help it when I get to the landing." "No," he said to me, "you're going to put them off by telling them Mr. Ardern doesn't want to see them." He looked at me strangely. I should be careful, I should be very careful.In these last hours, I have been a little negligent.I still remember the accident when I talked with Pallier. I actually quoted "German Ideology" absurdly. If he had half the IQ of Oyster, how could he not be confused when he heard this.But now, because of a bronzed face, the silly old man who pays for outdated expressions actually loses himself in front of him, completely forgetting the strictness I should have in my diction.

I re-covered the momentary light in my eyes, and replaced them with the dull eyes that all good concierges have. I am such a concierge who will do his best but can't do anything when he reaches the stairs. Shabro's strange expression disappeared immediately. To make up for my mistake, I let myself make a small mistake. "It's a kind of myocardial infarction. Renee deliberately said myocardial infarction as un espece dinfarctus. The correct way to say it is un infarctus or une espece dinfarctus.--Annotation?" "That's right," Shabro told me, "a myocardial infarction."

There was a moment of silence. "Thank you," he said to me. "Nothing." I answered him and closed the door.deep thought five Everyone's Life such as military service I am very proud of this profound thought.It was Colombe who made this discovery.Therefore, she can play a useful role in my life at least once.To be able to say this sentence in my lifetime is something I dare not even imagine. From the beginning, Colombe and I, there was only war between us, because for her life was a constant battle.For her, real victory can only be achieved by destroying others.According to the logic of her "Goddess of War", if she can't defeat her opponent, or minimize her opponent's territory, her sense of security will be out of the question.A world in which other people have room to exist is a dangerous one.At the same time, she just needs these other people to do an important little thing for her: that is to have such a person to realize her strength.So, she not only tried every means to destroy such a me, but also pointed a sword at my throat and asked me to tell her that she is the best and I love her very much.This has given me days and nights enough to drive me crazy.To add insult to injury, for some unknown reason, Colombe, who had no ability to tell right from wrong, was able to know that what I fear most in my life is noise.I believe this discovery was purely coincidental.Because she doesn't instinctively think that someone needs to be quiet.Quietness gives one access to one's inner world, which is essential to a person who is not only looking for an outward life, and I don't expect her to understand, because her inner world is as chaotic and noisy as the street outside.Anyway, she knew I needed to be quiet and it was such an unfortunate fact that my room was next to hers.She makes noise from morning till night.Yelling on the phone, turning up the music to the max (it was killing me), slamming doors all the time, always fearing that no one would know what I was doing, like combing my hair, Trivial things like finding a pencil in the drawer.Simply put, she has no other place to invade, because she has no access to my heart, so she invades my auditory field, and she tortures me from morning to night.Look, a bad idea of ​​territory can develop into this; and I, as long as I have leisure and can smoothly enter my inner world, I don't care where I go.Colombe, however, not only does not understand this fact; she has turned it into her "philosophy": "My disgusting sister is a small, nervous brat, she hates everyone, she I like living in a dead cemetery best,--and I am a cheerful, lively, energetic girl." If there is anything that disgusts me, it is to see people turn their incompetence and shamelessness into a A creed, and a lot of nonsense.As long as there is Colombe, I will always be the object of her slander.

But for the past few months, Colombe has not only been trying to be the worst sister in the world, she has had repulsive hobbies, and her behavior has been quite disturbing.I can't take it anymore: to have provocative laxatives for this sister at any time, and to watch her perform for unnecessary trivialities, Colombe has been fascinated by two things for months: tidiness and tidiness .The result: I went from being the characterless, willless sister I was to a dirty sister; she could yell at me all she wanted anytime, anywhere because I left crumbs in the kitchen, or because A hair appeared in the bathroom this morning.Besides, not just me alone, everyone has had the experience of being pestered by her from morning to night, because there are so many places with untidy and crumbs.In the past, her room was prohibitively messy, but now, it has become a clinic: everything is in good order, there is no trace of dust, and cleaning her belongings and room is a headache for Mrs. Graymond. It would be unfortunate if the hygiene didn't put her things exactly where they should be.Her room was like a hospital.Actually, I don't mind Colombe becoming a eccentric person.But what I can't stand is that she always pretends to be a cool girl.There is a problem, but everyone pretends to ignore it, and Colombe continues to say that he is the only one between me and her who understands the concept of "pleasure first" in life.But I assure you, taking three showers a day and yelling like a madman because the bedside lamp moved three centimeters doesn't show an iota of hedonism.

What is Colombe's problem?Actually, I don't know, maybe because I always want to destroy everyone, I turned myself into a soldier.So, she kept everything in order, carefully crafted, and cleaned carefully, just like in the army.Because only the military cares about things about neatness and tidiness all the time.As we all know, only when these two points are met can we fight against the disorder on the battlefield, the filth in the war, and the corpses of soldiers who died on the battlefield.In fact, I have thought for a while that Colombe is not the most extreme example of a revealing norm.Are there really any of us who don't live like military service?Doing what we can while waiting to retire or the showdown?Some polished their rooms with scouring powder, while others shirked their time by playing cards, or making shady deals and schemes.Officers command and soldiers obey, but no one is immune: there will come a morning when officers and soldiers, idiots and street thugs dealing in illicit traffic and cigarettes will all end up fighting to the death battlefield.

By the way, a basic psychoanalytic test for you: Colombe's mind is so chaotic, empty, and crowded, so by tidying up and cleaning her room, she's trying to get her mind in order.funny right?Ridiculous, right?I've long learned that psychoanalysts are buffoons who think that metaphors are a trick only for smart people.In fact, this is something that a sixth grader can do.But if you listen to mom's psychoanalyst friend raving about a trivial game of words, you should also listen to the stupid things mom relays as she recounts the conversation between her and the psychoanalyst for all to hear , like going to Disney: the show "My Family Life", the Temple of Mirrors "My Life with Mom", the roller coaster "The Days My Mom and I Separated", the Museum of Horror "My Sex Life" (lower your voice so as not to be I hear), and the last one is, Death Tunnel, "My Life as a Premenopausal Woman".

For me, what scares me about Colombe is the sense that she doesn't think most of the time.Everything that Colombe has shown is like feelings, she is so contrived and fake, I wonder if she really has feelings.I'm scared a lot of the time.Maybe, she is really sick, maybe, she is really struggling to know the taste of feelings, for this reason, she may do some irrational things.I seem to see the newspaper headline: "Nero of Rue de Grenelle: A young woman sets fire to the family apartment."When interrogated for the reason for her behaviour, she replied: "I want to experience an emotion".

Well, first of all, I'm exaggerating a bit.Secondly, I am not qualified to expose this arsonist.But leaving the above aside, when I heard her yelling this morning because of a few cat hairs on her green coat, I had to say: Poor boy, the battle is over early.It might have been easier if you had known this sooner.