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G*h2014-03-20 07:03

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我觉得自己还是比较适合潜水，而不是灌水。
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毛姆的以画家高更为原型的小说。
故事梗概
男主角思特里克兰德放弃幸福安逸的生活（妻子和两个孩子），离家出走到巴黎去做一
个小画家。按照他自己的话，这就像一个落水的人，即使不会游泳，依然会拼尽全力挣
扎。画画已经成为一种强迫症，折磨他自己和周围的人。
思特里克兰德死在塔希提岛之后，他的作品得到世人的认可。思特里克兰德根本不在乎
这些，活着的时候不在乎，死后也同样不在乎。
跬步和千里
流行的说法是：不积跬步无以至千里（现在也知道，其实积跬步也不一定就可以至千里
）。
但是我觉得下面这句话说得更透彻：
天才和我们相距仅仅一步。同时代者往往不理解这一步就是千里，后代又盲目相信
这千里就是一步。同时代为此而杀了天才，后代又为此而在天才面前焚香。(《侏儒的
话》)
思特里克兰德是那个天才吗？或许吧，因为后世的人很崇拜他，他的作品也很值钱。但
是，和他同时代的人，并不是很瞧得上他。那些正经画家甚至可能还会认为思特里克兰
德不是比他们高一点点，而是低一点点。
思特里克兰德真的是不在乎这些什么一步、千里之类的东西。他好像是被编了程序的机
器人：生活、放弃、作画而燃烧自己的生命、死亡。周围的一切除了为他的画提供素材
，再没有任何价值。
对画（其他艺术品）的欣赏
“内行看门道，外行看热闹”，这基本上就是对包括艺术在内的很多事物的欣赏的两类
方式了。门道重要，还是艺术所表达的“热闹”（作品内在思想、灵魂外化为热闹）重
要呢？我不知道。
我只知道，我是个外行，所以主攻“热闹”，也对“门道”很感兴趣（其实就是个啥也
不知道、啥也有兴趣的孩子）。可能这个类比并不恰当，但是您明白我的意思，是不？
施特略夫是书中的一个配角，而且是比较凄惨的那类。他的老婆，勃朗什，跟思特里克
兰德跑了，而且还死掉了，虽然施特略夫对他老婆真的很好。
施特略夫是一个不成功的小画家，但是做人很好，关键的是：施特略夫是唯一懂得欣赏
思特里克兰德的当代人。他甚至对作者说：如果后世有人提到我们两个，只会是因为我
们和思特里克兰德有过交集。
正是因为施特略夫不是一个很好的画家，所以他更注重思特里克兰德画中的“热闹”，
那些“灵魂层次”的东西。而职业画家可能更偏重于艺术表达：比如文学家用排比句来
烘托气氛，音乐家用某种调式来表达特定的情绪，画家用某种色彩搭配或笔触来体现静
动对比之类的，所以画家圈子里并不欣赏思特里克兰德。
本来嘛，艺术欣赏就是个有点玄的东西，而且越来越玄了。宽松的来讲，没有人可以说
他比别人更懂得如何欣赏。
上帝和魔鬼
这不是书的中心，我想。但是我很喜欢下面的话。
“上帝的磨盘转动很慢，但是却磨得很细，”罗伯特说，颇有些道貌岸然的样子。
但是，完了之后，作者又不辞辛苦的在全书的倒数第二句特意追加了如下的话：
魔鬼要干坏事总可以引证《圣经》
第一句话的意思好像是：善有善报，恶有恶报，不是不报，时候未到。第二句又反问：
你如何知道什么是善、什么是恶呢？
这也好比说：以直报怨，扬善除恶。你如何知道自己是“直”而别人是“怨”呢？如何
可以用最惨烈的手段“除恶”而对自己的主观判断没有任何怀疑呢？

x*a2014-03-20 07:03

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我也写过一篇，看完的感觉就是，我等凡人，珍惜生命，远离天才

w*r2014-03-20 07:03

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赞在乱世还读书写书评的朋友。
发200元表示敬意。

x*a2014-03-20 07:03

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回帖的也要

w*r2014-03-20 07:03

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好。

【在 x*******a 的大作中提到】

: 回帖的也要

L*s2014-03-20 07:03

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同赞，我也去看书了

【在 w***r 的大作中提到】

: 赞在乱世还读书写书评的朋友。
: 发200元表示敬意。

x*a2014-03-20 07:03

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看书的看书，听歌的听歌，买菜的买菜，健身的健身，吵架的吵架，围观的围观。
乱哄哄热闹闹才是红尘人间。

x*a2014-03-20 07:03

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我们曾如此渴望命运的波澜，到最后才发现：人生最曼妙的风景，竟是内心的淡定与从
容……我们曾如此期盼外界的认可，到最后才知道：世界是自己的，与他人毫无关系。
——杨绛

G*h2014-03-20 07:03

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哇，谢谢了！
我还是第一次吃到这么大的包子。
这简直是考验我的人品啊：拿人家大包子，在以后的日子里还能坦诚相见？！
：）

【在 w***r 的大作中提到】

: 赞在乱世还读书写书评的朋友。
: 发200元表示敬意。

p*32014-03-20 07:03

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你受贿了哈哈

【在 G*******h 的大作中提到】

: 哇，谢谢了！
: 我还是第一次吃到这么大的包子。
: 这简直是考验我的人品啊：拿人家大包子，在以后的日子里还能坦诚相见？！
: ：）

w*r2014-03-20 07:03

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我的要求不高。
2寸正面免衣照一张。

【在 G*******h 的大作中提到】

: 哇，谢谢了！
: 我还是第一次吃到这么大的包子。
: 这简直是考验我的人品啊：拿人家大包子，在以后的日子里还能坦诚相见？！
: ：）

w*r2014-03-20 07:03

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神马都是浮云。
--- internet

【在 x*******a 的大作中提到】

: 我们曾如此渴望命运的波澜，到最后才发现：人生最曼妙的风景，竟是内心的淡定与从
: 容……我们曾如此期盼外界的认可，到最后才知道：世界是自己的，与他人毫无关系。
: ——杨绛

G*h2014-03-20 07:03

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haha
所以说是对人品的考验吗！
关键，我觉得weber是真心给，我要是扭捏，就会被《麦》作者的同路人说虚伪了：）

【在 p*********3 的大作中提到】

: 你受贿了哈哈

L*s2014-03-20 07:03

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赞，坦然接受

【在 G*******h 的大作中提到】

: haha
: 所以说是对人品的考验吗！
: 关键，我觉得weber是真心给，我要是扭捏，就会被《麦》作者的同路人说虚伪了：）

x*a2014-03-20 07:03

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我的quote
* Only the poet or the saint can water an asphalt pavement in the confident
anticipation that lilies will reward his labour.
* Why should you think that beauty, which is the most precious thing in the
world, lies like a stone on the beach for the careless passer-by to pick up
idly? Beauty is something wonderful and strange that the artist fashions out
of the chaos of the world in the torment of his soul. And when he has made
it, it is not given to all to know it. To recognize it you must repeat the
adventure of the artist. It is a melody that he sings to you, and to hear it
again in your own heart you want knowledge and sensitiveness and
imagination.
* I don’t think of the past. The only thing that matters is the everlasting
present.
* Love is absorbing; it takes the lover out of himself; the most clear-
sighted, though he may know, cannot realise that his love will cease; it
gives body to what he knows is illusion, and, knowing it is nothing else, he
loves it better than reality.
* There is no cruelty greater than a woman’s to a man who loves her and
whom she does not love [...]
* What a cruel practical joke old Nature played when she flung so many
contradictory elements together, and left the man face to face with the
perplexing callousness of the universe.
* The world is hard and cruel. We are here none knows why, and we go none
knows whither. We must be very humble. We must see the beauty of quietness.
We must go through life so inconspicuously that Fate does not notice us. And
let us seek the love of simple, ignorant people. Their ignorance is better
than all our knowledge. Let us be silent, content in our little corner, meek
and gentle like them. That is the wisdom of life.
* A woman can forgive a man for the harm he does her, [...] but she can
never forgive him for the sacrifices he makes on her account.
* Each one of us is alone in the world. He is shut in a tower of brass, and
can communicate with his fellows only by signs, and the signs have no common
value, so that their sense is vague and uncertain. We seek pitifully to
convey to others the treasures of our heart, but they have not the power to
accept them, and so we go lonely, side by side but not together, unable to
know our fellows and unknown by them.
* [...] the chains she forged only aroused his instinct of destruction, as
the plate-glass window makes your fingers itch for half a brick [...]
* As lovers, the difference between men and women is that women can love all
day long, but men only at times.
* Strickland was an odious man, but I still think he was a great one.
I have an idea that some men are born out of their due place. Accident has
cast them amid certain surroundings, but they have always a nostalgia for a
home they know not. They are strangers in their birthplace, and the leafy
lanes they have known from childhood or the populous streets in which they
have played, remain but a place of passage. They may spend their whole lives
aliens among their kindred and remain aloof among the only scenes they have
ever known. Perhaps it is this sense of strangeness that sends men far and
wide in the search for something permanent, to which they may attach
themselves. Perhaps some deep-rooted atavism urges the wanderer back to
lands which his ancestors left in the dim beginnings of history. Sometimes a
man hits upon a place to which he mysteriously feels that he belongs. Here
is the home he sought, and he will settle amid scenes that he has never seen
before, among men he has never known, as though they were familiar to him
from his birth. Here at last he finds rest.

【在 G*******h 的大作中提到】

: 我觉得自己还是比较适合潜水，而不是灌水。
: =======================================================================
: 毛姆的以画家高更为原型的小说。
: 故事梗概
: 男主角思特里克兰德放弃幸福安逸的生活（妻子和两个孩子），离家出走到巴黎去做一
: 个小画家。按照他自己的话，这就像一个落水的人，即使不会游泳，依然会拼尽全力挣
: 扎。画画已经成为一种强迫症，折磨他自己和周围的人。
: 思特里克兰德死在塔希提岛之后，他的作品得到世人的认可。思特里克兰德根本不在乎
: 这些，活着的时候不在乎，死后也同样不在乎。
: 跬步和千里

G*h2014-03-20 07:03

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嗯，这些里面，这句我最喜欢：）
Each one of us is alone in the world. He is shut in a tower of brass, and
can communicate with his fellows only by signs, and the signs have no common
value, so that their sense is vague and uncertain. We seek pitifully to
convey to others the treasures of our heart, but they have not the power to
accept them, and so we go lonely, side by side but not together, unable to
know our fellows and unknown by them.

confident
the
up
out
made
it

【在 x*******a 的大作中提到】

: 我的quote
: * Only the poet or the saint can water an asphalt pavement in the confident
: anticipation that lilies will reward his labour.
: * Why should you think that beauty, which is the most precious thing in the
: world, lies like a stone on the beach for the careless passer-by to pick up
: idly? Beauty is something wonderful and strange that the artist fashions out
: of the chaos of the world in the torment of his soul. And when he has made
: it, it is not given to all to know it. To recognize it you must repeat the
: adventure of the artist. It is a melody that he sings to you, and to hear it
: again in your own heart you want knowledge and sensitiveness and