終於把心一橫接了份長工的我,以後就要本著曾生的「務實進取」精神做好呢份工。雖仍是戰戰兢兢,但也驚不了那麼多。反正,我老細青檸梳打理應驚過我。 昨晚和今天都在看的書”Pale Fire”,是在愛丁堡時美國仔送的生日禮物,已讀了一半,當時覺得很艱深,雖然饒有趣味,卻是很字典-intensive的書…於是又放低了轉戰淺白又跟身心自然接軌的昆德拉。想不到個多月來沒讀過非有關氣候變化的書藉和報紙的我,重新拿起這本Nabokov竟又受到強烈的感動,讓我由充斥著二氧化碳、x氧化氮和步步高9型人格之謎的世界中獲得了救贖。 Pale Fire by John Spade (by Vladimir Nabokov) Canto OneI was the shadow of the waxwing slain By the false azure in the windowpane; I was the […]

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