◆ Mutton
Focusing on reading is nothing more than racking one's brains and thinking hard from others.
Enjoy the results you want. In fact, I think that a capable and educated person.
People have a brainwave and bring their own whimsy, which is enough for their own use.
Very useful.
-"relapse" in Sir Pinton's lines.
A clever friend I know, after listening to Sir Alex Ferguson's brilliant one-liners, was surprised and gave up studying completely. Since then, he has made great progress. As for me, at the risk of losing face in this respect, I have to honestly admit that I spent a considerable amount of time studying. My life can be said to be spent in spiritual contact with other people's thoughts. I'd rather drown myself in other people's thoughts. Besides walking, I can also read books. I won't sit there daydreaming-I have my own book to think about.
In reading, I was completely forgiven. As elegant as shaftesbury and as vulgar as Wilde's biography, I treat them equally. I read anything I can call a book. But some things look like books, but I don't regard them as books.
In bibla -biblia's category, I include the chronicle of court cases, the rules of worship, pocket notebooks, booklike chessboards with words printed on the back, scientific papers, calendars, complete works of law, Hume, Gibbon, Robertson, Biddy, Som? The works of Qian Ning and others, as well as those books that belong to the so-called "gentleman's essential collection"; And flivi? Historian's works of Josephus (a learned Jew) and Ballard's moral philosophy. I can read almost any book except these things. I am very lucky to have such a wide and all-encompassing interest.
To tell the truth, whenever I see the things covered with books on the bookshelf, I can't help getting angry, because these fake saints usurped the shrine and occupied the temple, but forced the legitimate owner to have nowhere to live. I took a big book from the shelf with beautiful binding and beautiful appearance, thinking that it must be a happy "play test", but when I opened its "something like a page", it was a disappointing "population theory". Want to see Steele or Fanel and find Adam? Smith. Sometimes, I see those stupid encyclopedias (some are called "Great Britain" and others are called "Kyoto"), which are neatly sorted and bound with Russian leather or Moroccan leather. However, by contrast, my old folio looks cold and naked-I can send my book underground as long as I have one tenth of those skins. Lalai can be restored to its true colors in the eyes of the world. Every time I see those well-dressed cheaters, I can't wait to peel off those luxurious packages from them and put them on my old books with worn-out clothes to keep them out of the cold.
For a book, a firm and tidy binding is essential, followed by luxury. Moreover, even if you can ignore binding and so on, there is no need to make no distinction between all kinds of books, but to hardcover. For example, I don't approve of full hardcover-paperback or semi-hardcover (with Russian leather), which is enough. It is a good habit to dress up as Shakespeare or Milton (unless it is the first edition).
Moreover, collecting such books can't bring people any extraordinary feelings. Strangely, because these works are so popular, their appearance can not make the book owner happy, nor can they get any extra satisfaction from his possessiveness. In my opinion, the book "The Four Seasons" by Thomson is slightly damaged and slightly curled, which makes it look better. For a person who really loves reading, as long as he doesn't forget his long-term friendship because he loves cleanliness, when he borrows an old Tom? When The Biography of Reverend Jones or wakefield was published, how attractive the stained pages, the damaged cover and the smell of the book (except Russian leather) should be! They show that hundreds of readers' thumbs have turned over these pages happily, and this book has brought happiness to a lonely sewing worker. After a whole day's sewing, the seamstress, milliner or tailor finally managed to squeeze out an hour's sleep and spell out the fascinating story in this book in the middle of the night, so as to temporarily immerse themselves in the water of forgetting Sichuan. In this case, who will ask whether these pages are clean and spotless? Do we still want the book to look more perfect?
In some ways, the better the book, the lower the requirements for binding. Books such as Foldin, Mollet and Sting seem to be preserved in the universe, and they are constantly reprinted and endless. Therefore, it is not a pity for us to destroy them separately, because we know that the printed copies of these books are continuous. However, when a book is both rare and rare, the only one left represents a kind of book. Once this unique one doesn't exist-
Where can I find the fire in the sky,
Let the world see again?
For example, The Duke of Newcastle, written by the Duchess of Newcastle, is such a book. In order to properly preserve this literary pearl, it is not excessive to use precious treasure boxes and strong iron boxes.
Not only this rare book, but also Philip? Sidney, Bishop Taylor, Milton and Frye as essayists are all writers. Although the printed versions of their works have swept the world and become the capital of gossip, these works have never (and will never) become the favorite books of the whole nation. Therefore, for the old versions of these books, it is best to keep them in strong and expensive envelopes. I have no intention of looking for the first edition of Shakespeare folio. I'd rather have passes for Wuluo and Tang Sheng. This version has no annotations, and the illustrations are poor, only enough to explain and explain the original text. However, because of this, they are far superior to other Shakespeare's luxurious illustrations, because those prints are too modest to compete with the original. As far as the feelings for Shakespeare's plays are concerned, my compatriots and I are soul mates, so what I like best is the version that has been circulated by thousands of people and read by many people. For Bowman and Fletcher, it's just the opposite-I can't continue studying without folio; I feel uncomfortable when I look at the octagonal format because I lack feelings for them. If these two writers are told by thousands of people in Qian Qian like the poet, I will naturally be satisfied with reading the general edition instead of relying on the old edition. Someone reprinted the book Analysis of Melancholy. I really don't know why. Is it necessary to dig up the bones of that strange old man again, wrap them in fashionable shroud and show them to the public so that modern people can judge him? Is there really a bookstore owner who doesn't understand the times who wants to make Berton a household name? Malone's stupidity can't be worse than this-that despicable guy bribed the staff of Stratford church and got permission to paint Shakespeare's painted statues white; However, although the original appearance of the statue is rough, it is very realistic. Even the colors of cheeks, eyes, men and life clothes are drawn one by one. Although it can't be said to be perfect, these details of the poet finally provide us with a unique and reliable witness. However, all this was covered with a layer of white powder. I swear, if I happened to be the sheriff of Warwickshire at that time, I would definitely put the annotator and the church clerk in wooden shackles and punish them as a pair of gangsters who made trouble and desecrated the holy things.
I seem to see them committing crimes at the scene-these two self-righteous grave robbers.
I have a feeling that if I say it directly, I don't know if it will be considered weird. The names of some poets in our country sound more intimate and tasteful in our ears (at least in my ears) than Milton or Shakespeare, perhaps because the names of the latter two are repeated too much in daily conversations and are a bit vulgar. In my opinion, Marlowe, Drayton, Hawthorne's Deramond and Cowley are the kindest names.
Much depends on the time and place of reading. For example, there are five or six minutes before dinner. Who can patiently take a sermon from a fairy queen or Bishop Andrews to kill time?
Before reading Milton's poems, someone had better play a solemn religious movement for you. However, Milton will bring his own music. In this regard, you should get rid of distractions and listen.
On a cold winter night, all was silent, and the gentle Shakespeare came in informally. In this season, it is natural to read The Tempest or his own Winter Story.
Of course, I can't help reading the works of these two poets-singing alone or (coincidentally) reading them to my bosom friends. There are more than two listeners-this is a recital.
A book, written for a while, can only make people keep a short-term interest, and can be browsed quickly, and should not be read aloud. New novels, even excellent novels, make me angry when someone reads them aloud.
Reading newspapers is especially deadly. In some bank offices, there is a rule that in order to save everyone's time, a clerk (the most knowledgeable among colleagues) often reads The Times or Chronicle to everyone and reads all the newspaper contents out loud, "for the benefit of the public". However, the result of reciting aloud and cadently is that the listener is not interested. In a barber shop or a hotel, every gentleman stands up and reads a piece of news word for word-this is a great discovery and you should be told. The other followed, revealing his "excerpts"-the contents of the whole newspaper, etc. to the audience bit by bit. People who don't read often read slowly. If not, I'm afraid few people can read the whole newspaper.
Newspapers can arouse people's curiosity. However, when people finish reading a newspaper and put it down, there is always a sense of loss.
At Du Nan Hotel, I met a gentleman in a black dress and picked up the newspaper and read it for a long time! I hate it when the waiter keeps shouting, "sir, the chronicle is here!" " "
Check into the hotel at night, dinner is ready. I happened to find two or three back issues of Urban and Rural magazine in the window seat (I don't know which careless guest left it there in the past), which contained funny pictures about secret meetings: noble lovers and Mrs. Ge, as well as affectionate Platonists and old lovers. It's hard to say what kind of life this is. What kind of reading is more enjoyable here and now? Would you like to change into a serious good book?
Poor Tobin has been blind recently. He doesn't feel sorry that he can't read such serious books as Paradise Lost and Comus-he can let others read them to him. Unfortunately, he has lost the pleasure of reading magazines and relaxing manuals quickly.
I dare to read "Honest Man" alone on the boulevard of a heavily guarded cathedral, and I am not afraid of being caught red-handed.
However, once, I was lying on the grass in Primrose Hill reading a book, and a familiar lady came over (where she had been). I read Pamela, but I'm not embarrassed to be found reading such a book. However, when she sat down and seemed determined to read with us, I couldn't wait to change into another book. We read a page or two together politely, and she felt that the author didn't like her taste very much, so she stood up and walked away. Curious friends, please guess: in this delicate situation, is the fairy or the shepherd boy blushing? Anyway, one of them will blush. You can't get a secret from me.
I can't be an enthusiastic supporter of outdoor reading because I can't concentrate outdoors. I know a priest who is the only monotheistic Sect. He often walked on Si Nuo Mountain (there was no Skinner Street at that time) and studied a great book by Ladner. I often admire his aloof, but I have to admit that this detached and focused temper has nothing to do with me. Because, as long as I inadvertently glance at the rope on the passing porter or someone's bread basket, I will forget the theological knowledge that I finally remembered, and even the five major arguments are gone.
I also want to talk about those people who stand on the street reading books. When I think of them, I feel sympathy. These poor buddies have no money to buy or rent books, but they can only get a little knowledge from the bookstall-the bookstall owner has been staring at them with cold eyes and jealousy to see when they will put the books down. These people are scared, counting from page to page, always worried about the ban issued by the boss. However, they still refuse to give up their thirst for knowledge, but want to "have some fun in fear." Martin? Bob used to go to the bookshop to read bit by bit every day, and finished reading two voluminous books, Clarissa (this was when he was a child). Suddenly, the owner of the bookstall came over and interrupted his commendable ambition and asked him if he was going to buy the book. Martin later admitted that in his life, reading any book could not enjoy half the pleasure he enjoyed when he was reading nervously at the bookstall. An eccentric contemporary poetess wrote two poems on this theme, which were very touching and simple. The poem says:
I saw a boy standing by the book stand.
Eyes full of longing, open a book to read,
He read and reread, as if to swallow the book in one gulp.
This scene was seen by the owner of the bookstall-
He immediately shouted to the boy:
"Sir, you've never bought a book,
Then you can't read! "
The child sighed and walked away slowly:
He really regrets that he might as well not study at all,
Then, that old book has nothing to do with yourself.
Poor families have a lot of pain-
For these, the rich don't have to worry at all.
I soon saw another boy,
He looks haggard, as if he hadn't eaten all day.
He stood in front of a pub,
Looking at the meat in the cupboard, lost in thought.
I think the child has a hard time,
Hungry, eager for a full meal, but penniless;
No wonder he can't wait to understand what eating is.
Then he won't have to look at the delicious food and sigh.