Chapter 33 The Duties of the Rich (1)

15. The Duties of the Rich Civilization, as controlled violence, is an unfinished victory over primate aggression.Because we were primates originally, and still are, even though we learned to appreciate camellias on the moss.Herein lies the function of education.What is education?In fact, it is nothing more than a tireless offering of camellias on moss as a distraction from primate impulsive behavior, because human impulsiveness, far from stopping, continues to threaten the fragile balance of human existence. I am like a camellia on moss.If we think about it, nothing can explain my seclusion in this gloomy concierge.I grew up convinced that my life would be empty, that I could have chosen to rebel, to accuse the injustice of our destiny, and to feed off the violent resources our environment possessed.But school had made me a soul, and the emptiness of my destiny would only lead me into renunciation and isolation.The admiration of being born again gave me the space to control my impulses; since the school had reborn me, I should be loyal to it, obey the wishes of the teachers, and become a civilized person obediently.In fact, the magic weapon to fight against primate aggression is textbooks and words, and it is reasonable to be weak. Since then, I have become an educated soul who absorbs strength from words to resist my own nature.

So when Antoine Pallier anxiously rang my doorbell three times, without even saying hello, and started blaming me for the disappearance of his chrome scooter, I was terribly sorry for my reaction Surprised, I slammed the door shut and nearly broke my cat's tail, which was crawling under the door. I am not a camellia on a moss, I said to myself. In order for Lev to come back into the house, the closed door was reopened. "I'm sorry," I said, "it was in the hallway." Antoine Pallier looked at me as if wondering if what he had just seen was real.But he forced what he thought was supposed to happen to happen, just like rich people believe that their whole life will be on the road to heaven, because the power of money will dig the road for them in advance, he decided to believe what I just said .Our ability to dominate the ego so that the foundations of our beliefs cannot be shaken is indeed a compelling phenomenon.

"Yeah, well, anyway," he said to me, "I'm here to bring you this for my mother." Then he handed me a white envelope. "Thanks," I said, and I slammed the door again. I sat in the kitchen with the envelope in my hand. "What the hell happened to me this morning?" I said to Lev. Pierre Arden's death made my camellias wither. I opened the envelope and read and read the message on the back of the postcard, which was so smooth that not even an absorbent board could absorb the ink from it, allowing the ink to stain the underside of each letter.

Mrs Michelle, Can you, take a package from the dry cleaners, this afternoon? I'll pick it up from you tonight. Thanks in advance. scribbled signature I didn't expect the attack to be so treacherous.Shocked, I let myself sit on the nearest chair and asked myself if I was a little crazy.If it were you, would you feel the same way I do when it happens to you? listen: cat sleeps. Reading this short, flat sentence won't give you any painful feelings, any double pain, will it?This is reasonable. Now: cat, sleep.