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我们深夜饮酒,杯子碰到一起,都是梦破碎的声音

Even as Tolstoy was working on War and Peace, Tolstoy explained his philosophy as an artist:

The goal of the artist is not to solve a question irrefutably, but to force people to love life in all its countless, inexhaustible manifestations.
If I were told I could write a novel in which I would set...

2018-08-12

I am sure that I can never be as skeptical , as hopeless and as useless again, as I was before I read the book . I am sure it cannot be indifferent to you to learn that you are having a blessed influence on men of alien blood and in distant lands.

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2018-08-09

We had reached the swell of the hill, and from here, at the front of moat, we could look down the long sweep of grass to the ruined wall that had marked the boundary. Beyond it lay the town, the neon sighs and queues of traffic, the bustle that marked the rush hour. Up here it was silent apart from...

2018-07-31

When the Red Lion closed we all went and sat in the center of the castle maze. Someone managed to scramble over the gates and, after much colliding and giggling, we all found our way to the middle and drank strong cider while someone passed around a joint.
I remember staring up at the stars, feeling...

2018-07-27

It's quite hard to stay calm and understanding when you see the same faces, the same mistakes made again and again. I could sometimes hear the impatience in my tone. It could be oddly dispiriting, the blank refusal of humankind to even attempt to function responsibly.

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2018-07-23

I smoothed his hair from the side of his face and saw the telltale tracks of stiches, perhaps from his accident.
I saw the mauve shadows that told of nights and nights of lost sleep, the furrow between his brows that spoke of silent pain.
A warm sweetness rose from his skin, the scent of theshaving...

2018-07-22

[cp]Spring arrived overnight, as if winter, like some unwanted guest, had abruptly shrugged its way into its coat and vanished, without saying good-bye. Everything became greener, the roads bathed in watery sunshine, the air suddenly balmy. There were hints of something floral and welcoming in the air...

2018-07-20

[cp]The thing about being catapulted into a whole new life---or at least, shoved up so hard against someone else's life that you might as well have your face pressed against their window---is that it forces you to rethink your idea of who you are. Or how you might seem to other people.

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2018-07-20
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