在自己的博客，感觉就像是自己的公寓，可以自由地走动，呼吸，伸展运动，跳上沙发
微博就像是租屋，基本就是个躺下睡觉的地方
虽然字体还是怎么看都不太对头……
反正墙了，以前的旧文和三次元po也都放出来无妨

新入手了kindle,兴冲冲地捧着看起书来，虽然目前好像还是看掉的文比较多，但看起书来感觉还是很不错的。看了少年派的电影之后就开始看小说，在读第一部分时简直五体投地，并且再次深深拜服了李安。那句You must be thirsty.的双关真是怎么想怎么喜欢。
kindle有个功能就是摘抄，但是对我来说，最能够让心里平静下来的果然还是自己动手，打字或者写字。我不知道明明已经开始放假了我在坐立不安个什么，但是这种阴燃的焦躁感实在是太让人难受了。这大概就是一个学期以来负能量的积聚吧。今天坐了同事的车去吃饭，同事让我帮忙看着倒车，结果我不知道怎么判断距离，同事的车和别人的蹭了。很是郁闷，觉得对不起同事，虽然对方说没事可还是觉得心里一定是不舒服的，又不知如何赔罪的好。
今天开会的时候看了一天的书，看到以下这部分的时候差点在会场上掉下眼泪来：

A Dream Within a Dream

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow--
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if Hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand--
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep--while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?


Sonnet -- To Science

Science! true daughter of Old Time thou art!
Who alterest all things with thy peering eyes.
Why preyest thou thus upon the poet's heart,
Vulture, whose wings are dull realities?
How should he love thee? or how deem thee wise?
Who wouldst not leave him in his wandering
To seek for treasure in the jewelled skies,
Albeit he soared with an undaunted wing?
Hast thou not dragged Diana from her car?
And driven the Hamadryad from the wood
To seek a shelter in some happier star?
Hast thou not torn the Naiad from her flood,
The Elfin from the green grass, and from me
The summer dream beneath the tamarind tree?


The Haunted Palace

In the greenest of our valleys
By good angels tenanted,
Once a fair and stately palace-
Radiant palace-reared its head.
In the monarch Thought's dominion-
It stood there!
Never seraph spread a pinion
Over fabric half so fair!

Banners yellow, glorious, golden,
On its roof did float and flow,
(This-all this-was in the olden
Time long ago,)
And every gentle air that dallied,
In that sweet day,
Along the ramparts plumed and pallid,
A winged odor went away.

Wanderers in that happy valley,
Through two luminous windows, saw
Spirits moving musically,
To a lute's well-tuned law,
Round about a throne where, sitting
(Porphyrogene!)
In state his glory well-befitting,
The ruler of the realm was seen.

And all with pearl and ruby glowing
Was the fair palace door,
Through which came flowing, flowing, flowing,
And sparkling evermore,
A troop of Echoes, whose sweet duty
Was but to sing,
In voices of surpassing beauty,
The wit and wisdom of their king.

But evil things, in robes of sorrow,
Assailed the monarch's high estate.
(Ah, let us mourn!-for never morrow
Shall dawn upon him desolate!)
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.

And travellers, now, within that valley,
Through the red-litten windows see
Vast forms, that move fantastically
To a discordant melody,
While, like a ghastly rapid river,
Through the pale door
A hideous throng rush out forever
And laugh-but smile no more.


 

P366

Then he said: "I don't see why it matters what is written.  Not when it's about people.  It can always be crossed out."
A breeze swept across the airfield.  Overhead, the assembled hosts rippled, like a mirage.
There was the kind of silence there might have been on the day before Creation.
Adam stood smiling at the two of them, a small figure perfectly poised exactly between Heaven and Hell.
Crowley grabbed Aziraphale's arm.  "You know what happened?" he hissed excitedly. "He was left alone!  He grew up human!  He's not Evil Incarnate or Good Incarnate, he's just ... a human incarnate--"



P397
Something told him that something was coming to an end.  Not the world, exactly.  Just the summer.  There would be other summers, but there would never be one like this.  Ever again.


P398

If you want to imagine the future, imagine a boy and his dog and his friends.  And a summer that never ends.
And if you want to imagine the future, imagine a boot ... no, imagine a sneaker, laces trailing, kicking a pebble; imagine a stick, to poke at interesting things, and throw for a dog that may or may not decide to retrieve it; imagine a tuneless whistle, pounding some luckless popular song into insensibility; imagine a figure, half angle, half devil, all human ...
Slouching hopefully towards Tadfield ...
... forever.

超级超级可爱的文！！！
要到了magog_83姑娘的授权之后就开始恬不知耻地一篇一篇翻下来，PG-13派的福音呜呜呜！！！
其实hoosierbitch姑娘的我也好想翻啊可惜不会翻肉TOT！！！！MA的肉呜呜呜……