Night falls and must return. I sent Elstier back to the villa, and suddenly, as Mephistopheles suddenly appeared in front of Faust, at the end of the street --- as opposed to my temperament and almost wild * and ruthless vitality materialized unreal and devilish, and my sick body, morbid sensitivity, and Excessive brains are lacking such vitality --- there are spots of elves, and people will never confuse them with other things, and spores of maiden plant insects appear. They pretended not to see me, but there was no doubt that they were making sarcastic comments on me. I felt that they were bound to meet us, inevitably, and that Elstier was about to call me, turning around like a swimmer when he saw the wave coming. I stopped abruptly, leaving my well-known Companion to move on, and I stayed behind. When we were walking past an antique shop, I leaned down to the window of the antique dealer, as if it suddenly attracted me. I pretended not to think about these girls, but to think about something else, quite proud. And I knew vaguely that when Elstier called me and introduced me to them, I would look inquiringly. It was not surprise, it was surprise - everyone was a lame actor, or people around everyone were good judgers of appearance - I even pointed my finger to my chest and asked, "Did you call me?" And I trotted past, bowed my head obediently, and hid my irritation coldly on my face, because I was interrupted when I was concentrating on enjoying the old china, and wanted to introduce me to people I didn't want to know.

Then I looked in the window and waited for Elstier to call my name, just as I waited for the moment when a long-awaited, non-lethal bullet hit me. I am sure I will be introduced to these girls, and the result is not only to pretend that I don't care about them, but also to feel that I don't care. Now that the pleasure of meeting them is inevitable, the pleasure is suppressed and diminished, instead of talking to Saint-Lou and having dinner with her grandmother, it's so pleasant to go on an outing nearby. Some people may not be very interested in monuments, but because of the delicate relationship with these people, I had to miss some opportunities for outing, I am very sorry. Besides, what makes my forthcoming happiness much inferior is not only the sudden arrival, but also the incoherence. Some laws are as accurate as hydrostatics laws, which keep the images formed in a fixed order in our minds hierarchical. However, the sudden emergence of events in front of us breaks these rules.

Elstier is going to call me. And what I envisioned on the beach and in my room was not in this way at all. What's going to happen is another big thing. I'm unprepared. From this great event, I can neither recognize my yearning nor the goal that I yearn for. I almost regretted coming out with Elstier. In particular, the happiness I thought I would feel is now greatly reduced by the fact that there must be no more obstacles to depriving it. I decided to turn around and see Elstey standing a few steps away from the girls and saying goodbye to them. According to the law of elasticity, the joy restored its lofty image. The girl nearest to him, with a big face and shining eyes, resembled a big cake with a little space in the sky. Her eyes, even if they do not turn their eyes, give people a dynamic feeling, just like the days when the wind roars, although the naked eye can not see the air, but can feel its speed in the air. For a moment, her eyes met mine. It was as if the dark clouds in the sky on a stormy day were approaching a cloud that was not moving so fast, brushing past it, touching it, and surpassing it. But they don't know each other and go away. The same is true of our eyes. For a moment, you are facing me and I am facing you, but nobody knows what promise and threat this heavenly kingdom in front of him implies for the future. But when her eyes did not slow down just as they passed under my eyes, they lightly covered a layer of mist, like a clear moonlight, when the wind swept away the moon, and when a cloud covered the moon, for a moment, the moonlight was covered by mist, and then quickly appeared again. Elstier left the girls without calling me. They went diagonally across a street, and Elstier came up to me. Everything was missed.

As I said, that day, in my eyes, Albertina was different from before, and I seemed to think she was the same one at a time. At that moment, I felt that some changes in a person's appearance, weight and length might also come from some changes in the situation between the person and us. In this respect, the most important factor is whether to believe or not. (That night, I firmly believed that I would get to know Albertina, and then that belief disappeared. In a few seconds, in my eyes, first she became insignificant and then invaluable. A few years later, the belief that Albertina would be faithful to me first disappeared and led to similar changes.

Of course, in Gombre, according to different times, according to the two ways of dividing up my most sensitive points, which one I entered, I had already felt that the pain of not being around my mother would diminish or increase. Throughout the afternoon, my mother was like the moonlight that nobody could feel when the sun was shining high. When night fell, she was the only one who took possession of my confused heart. By then, even the recent past had vanished into thin air. eugenie grandet

But that day, when I saw Elstier leaving the girls without calling me, I understood that happiness or sadness, in our eyes, varies in degrees, not only because of the transformation of two states, but also because of the shifting of beliefs that are invisible to the naked eye. For example, this invisible belief can make us look at death as if it were a glorious departure from reality. It is also this belief that makes us attach great importance to going to a musical evening. However, as soon as we announce that we are going to go to the guillotine, the music evening immediately loses its charm and the beliefs that surround the evening will suddenly disappear. The role of this belief and disbelief is clearly understood by something in the mind, that is, will. But if reason and sensibility continue to ignore this role, it is no use wishing to understand. Reason * and sensibility * think that we want to leave a mistress, only our will knows that our heart is still tied to her. At such times, reason * and sensibility * are trustworthy. It is precisely because faith obscures reason * and sensibility * that we need to restore faith at these times. However, as long as this belief dissipates, as long as reason * and sensibility * know that the mistress has gone, then reason * and sensibility * lose their pertinence completely, they become uncontrollable, and the little joy expands to infinity.

The nothingness of love is also a variant of faith. Love already exists and is swimming around. It stops in the image of a woman because she can hardly reach it. From this moment on, I don't think much about this woman. It's hard to see her in my mind. I think more about how I can get her. A series of worries grew up, which was enough to fix the love in our hearts on her. She became the object of love we hardly knew. Love has become so huge that we don't consider how small the real woman is. If all of a sudden, just as I saw Elstier stop talking to the girls, we stop worrying and restless. Because our whole love is her, when we finally grasp the prey in our hands, it may suddenly disappear. We have not enough value for the prey. Considered enough.

What do I know about Albertina? One or two figures on the sea are certainly not as beautiful as the silhouettes of the girls written by Venezuela. If I had obeyed some purely aesthetic reason, I would have preferred those girls to Albertina. However, can I obey any other reason, since after losing my anxiety, I can only find these silent figures again, besides, I have nothing else at all?

Ever since I met Albertina, I have thought about her in thousands of ways every day, and have an inner dialogue with what I call her. In these conversations, I asked her to ask questions, answer, think and act. In my heart, every moment, the endless imagination of Albertina appears one after another. In this long series, the real Albertina, seen far from the beach, appears only at the top of the list, just like the star who "plays" a role, in the long series of performances, only at the premiere. This Albertina is just a silhouette. Everything that comes with it is something I take for granted. In love, the added twigs and leaves produced in our hearts far outweigh the things that come into our hearts from the people we love, even in quantity. The most practical love is the same. Some people can not only cultivate their emotions, but also live on a little something - even among those who have already been satisfied with their carnal desires.

My grandmother used to have a picture teacher who had a daughter with an unidentified mistress. Soon after the baby was born, the mother died. The picture teacher was so sad that he did not live long. In fact, he did not live at home with her formally, and had little relationship with her. Grandma and Gombre's wives never even wanted to mention this woman in front of their teachers. In the last few months of his life, they thought of offering the little girl a guarantee of her life's fate. Each of them gave her a share of the money and a life-long annuity. First of all, the grandmother advocated, and some of her girlfriends were reluctant. They thought: Is this little girl really so interesting? Was she born of someone who thought she was her father? People have always been uncertain about the little girl's mother. Eventually they made up their minds. The little girl came to thank her. She is as ugly as an old picture teacher. Suddenly all doubts vanished. The only thing the little girl grew well was her hair. A wife said to her father who brought the little girl, "How well does her hair grow!" My grandmother thought that since the guilty mother was dead and the picture teacher would soon die, it was no longer important to mention a word about the past that had always been kept secret, so she added, "It's probably with the family. Does her mother have such good hair?

"I don't know," the father answered naively, "when I see her, she always wears a hat."

It's time to chase Elstel. I saw myself in a big mirror. Apart from the catastrophe of not being introduced, I found my tie completely crooked and my long hair sticking out of my hat. But anyway, that's how they met me with Elstier, and they won't forget me. That's good luck. That day, according to my grandmother's idea, I wore that beautiful vest and took my most beautiful walking stick. I almost changed into another ugly vest. This is another piece of good luck. Major events that we expect never happen as we expected, because they lack the advantages we thought we could count on, while other major events that we do not want follow and complement each other. We were so worried about the worst that in the end we thought that, on the whole, incidental help was good for us.

"How happy I would be if I knew them!" I went up to Elstier and said to him.

"Then why are you hiding ten miles away?"

That's what he said. It is not because it expresses his thoughts that he says so. If it was his wish to satisfy my wish, would it not be easy to call me back? The reason why he said this may be that he had heard people say such things, which is often said by the wrong common people. He also said this because even great men, in certain things, are the same as ordinary people. They also seek daily evasions from the same stereotypes as those people, just as they always go to the same bakery to buy daily bread. Or, to some extent, it should be understood from the negative. Since the meaning of these words is contrary to the real situation, such words are the inevitable result and negative image of a certain reaction.

"They're in a hurry."

I think the main reason is that somebody is not very enthusiastic about them and they prevent him from calling him. If not, he would never stop calling me. I asked him so many questions about these girls that he clearly saw that I was interested in them.

"I was just talking to you about Calcutty," he said to me when I was about to break up with him at his door. "I once drew a sketch on which I could see the outline of the beach clearly. That painting is not too bad, but it can't be compared. If you permit, I'll give you that sketch in memory of our friendship, "he added." People who refuse to give you what you want, give you something else. "

"If you have, I'd love to have a picture of Miss Selikbent's little portrait. But what about this name?

"That's the name of the model's role in an inexplicable operetta."

"Sir, I don't know her at all, as you know, but your appearance seems to be the opposite in fact."

Elstier was silent.

"That's not Mrs Swan before marriage!" Suddenly, unfortunately, I said. This situation is quite rare, but it is enough to provide some basis for the theory of premonition, if it is intended to forget the various errors that can be attributed to the invalidity of this theory.

That's really a portrait of Audret de Cressie. She did not want to keep the picture for many reasons. Some reasons are very obvious, but there are also other reasons. The portrait took place earlier, and since then, Audrey has trained her lines and transformed her face and body into what is now the creation. Year after year, her barber, her tailor, herself, in her sitting position, how to talk, how to smile, how to put her hands, how to pass her eyes, how to think, all follow the general outline of this creation. Only when a satisfied lover falls down can he like Swan, in the countless photographs of his enchanting wife, Nevarietru, like the one in his bedroom. In that picture, one sees a rather ugly and thin young woman wearing a straw hat decorated with three-coloured * coriander flowers, with fluffy hair and bony shape.

Latin: Never change.

In other words, even though the portrait was not painted before Audrey's lines were systematized, like Swan's beloved snapshot, to become a dignified and fascinating new figure, it was painted after that, and with Elstier's eyes, it would be enough to break the type apart. Extremely high temperatures can break up atomic structures and combine these atoms in completely opposite sequences according to another type. Artistic geniuses can do the same. This woman imposes the pretentious harmony of her own lines. Before she goes out every day, she must examine it in the dressing mirror and insist on it. Change the inclination of the hat, the smoothness of the hair, and the liveliness of the eyes to ensure that this harmony continues. This harmony can be destroyed by the great painter's eyes in a second, and replaced by another combination of women's lines, in order to fully satisfy some kind of female ideal beauty and painting ideal beauty in his heart. Likewise, it is often the case that, from a certain age, a great researcher's eyes can find everywhere the necessary ingredients for a relationship, and he is only interested in it. Just like those workers and gamblers, they don't make any mistakes. They can say "Yes, that's all." One of the cousins of the Prince of Luxembourg is the most arrogant beauty. She used to fall in love with an art that was new in that era. She asked one of the greatest naturalists to paint her. The artist's eyes immediately found what he was looking for everywhere. On the canvas, there was not a lady, but a running saleswoman. Behind her, there was a broad purple background, which reminded people of Bigale Square. The portrait of a woman made by a great artist not only does not consider how to satisfy some of the woman's requirements at all - for example, some women are getting old, but they have to wear the costume of a little girl to be photographed. The costume of the little girl makes her show a still girlish figure, which seems to be her daughter's sister. Sister or even the daughter of her own daughter, whose daughter stood beside her and "dressed very ugly" according to the needs of the occasion, highlighted the shortcomings she was trying to hide, such as a feverish face, or even a bluish-purple face. Because of these shortcomings, they are more attractive to painters. Even if we don't go up to that point, it's enough to disillusion the less interesting audience and shatter his ideals. That woman is so proud to support the skeleton of this ideal, it is this ideal in its unique, uncontrollable form to put her outside of human beings, human beings. Now, this woman has been demoted, leaving her inviolable prototype, she is just an ordinary woman, and we have lost any confidence in her excellence. Generally speaking, we have worked so hard to show not only the beauty of Audrey, but also its personality and characteristics, so that standing in front of this picture, which strips off the beauty, personality and characteristics of Audrey, we not only need to shout, "It's much uglier than her!" And yell, "Not at all like it!" We can hardly believe that this is her. We didn't recognize her. This man, we do feel that we have met somewhere before. But this man is not Audrey. This person's face, body, facial expression, we are very familiar with. All this reminds us of the fact that it was not Audrey, a woman who never took such a gesture. Her usual gesture never drew such an absurd and provocative Arabic pattern. We remember other women, all the women Elstier painted. Although these women are very different from each other, Elstier always likes to ask them to pose in front, bend their arches, expose their skirts, hold their broad round straw caps in their hands, cover their knees, and respond symmetrically to the other round face that looks up from the front. In short, a genius portrait not only dismembers a woman's Archetype - the type determined by her notion of coquettish and egoistic beauty, but also marks the time not only for how she dresses, but also for how an artist paints. This method of painting, Elstier's earliest method of painting, is to extract the most stressful origin of Audrey, because this painting not only resembles Audrey's photographs at that time, it shows her as a descendant of a famous amorous girl, but also as a permission of Manet or Whistler's painting. The contemporary works of multi-portrait painting. The models on which Manet or Whistler's works are based have vanished into oblivion or a vestige of history. Bigale Square is a place where prostitutes flock in Paris's Montmartre District.

As I sent Elstel home, I murmured these thoughts beside him. The discovery of his model identity just led me to these thoughts. This first discovery leads to the second one, that is, the discovery of artists and their people, which makes me even more confused. He painted a portrait of Audrey de Cressie. Is it possible that this wizard, this wise man, this lonely man, this amazing philosopher who has made extraordinary contributions to everything, is the ridiculous and vicious painter who was once taken in by the Vildeland family? I asked him if he knew the Vildirans and if they happened to nickname him Mr. Bisch. Bishiyi is a female deer.

He answered me yes, not embarrassed, as if it had been quite a long time in his life, and it seemed unexpected that he would arouse great disappointment in my heart. He looked up and saw the emotion in my facial expression. His face showed an expression of discontent. By this time, we had almost reached his door. A person who is not so noble in reason and emotion will probably simply say a dry goodbye and avoid seeing me again. Elstier didn't do that to me. Being a true mentor - from a purely creative point of view, maybe a teacher is his only weakness, because an artist, in order to stand completely on the side of truth in his spiritual life, should remain lonely and not squander himself, even to some disciples - in any case, in order to be the best for young people. Benefits, he always strives to excavate a part of the truth contained in a situation, even if the truth is relative to him or to others. Rather than saying a few words that might save his self-esteem, he preferred to say a few words that would be instructive to me.

"A man, no matter how wise he is," he said to me, "at a certain stage of his youth, he did not say anything, or even lived a certain life. It was very unpleasant to recall it afterwards, and he hoped to erase it. I'm afraid there were no such people. But he shouldn't absolutely regret it, because only after all the ridiculous and ugly phenomena, can he be sure to become a sage within the scope of possibility. All these ridiculous and ugly phenomena should be the forerunner of the last one. I know that some young people are the descendants of outstanding people. Their tutors have taught them to be spiritual and moral since their middle school days. Maybe there is nothing to hide in his own life. Everything they say can be published and signed. However, these people are spiritually poor and weak descendants of theoretical preachers. Their wisdom is negative and they cannot bear fruit. Wisdom is unacceptable. We must go a long way to find out for ourselves. No one can take our place. We can't avoid this bad trip. Wisdom is a view of things. You admire the people of the world, you feel dignified manner, not parents or tutors improperly arranged. The forerunner of these things is a totally different beginning of life, influenced by the vicious or vulgar dominant position around them. These represent a battle, a triumph. What we look like at the initial stage, the image has been blurred, unrecognizable, in any case, is unpleasant. I understand that. But we should not deny this image, because it is the testimony that we really experience. According to the law of life and thought, we can extract something beyond all of the common factors of life - if we are a painter, we can also extract something from the studio life and art group.

By this time we had already come to his door. I was disappointed not to meet those girls. But now there is a glimmer of hope that they can be found again in life. They no longer flash across the sky as they used to. I don't think I'll ever see them there again. Around them, the great whirlpool that separates us no longer floats. This whirlpool is just a manifestation of the desire that they may never be able to reach, and that they may slip away forever and arouse in my heart. This desire My desire for them can now rest and reserve with many other desires. Once I know that these desires can be realized, I will postpone the moment of realization.

I left Elstier alone again. Suddenly, despite my disappointment, I saw all these coincidences in my mind. These coincidences were totally unexpected. Elstier happens to have a close relationship with these girls. These girls, who were still a figure in an oil painting with a sea background to me in the morning, now saw me and saw that I had a close relationship with a great painter. The painter now knows that I have a desire to make acquaintances with them. All this aroused immense joy in my heart. But the happiness is still hidden from me. Some of the guests arrived and were reported. But they have to wait for the other guests to leave and come out when no one else is present. So we saw them, and we could say to them, "We'll see you," and listen to them. This kind of happiness belongs to such guests. Sometimes, between the moment when happiness enters our hearts and the moment when we can enter it ourselves, many more moments have passed. We have seen so many people in this gap that we fear that the happiness will probably not wait for us. But they are patient and not bored, and once everyone leaves, the joy immediately appears before our eyes. Sometimes, we are so tired that we feel that we are mentally exhausted and unable to remember these memories and impressions. For these memories and impressions, our fragile self is the only place to live and the only way to shape it. We may regret that, because life is interesting only when the dust of reality is mixed with the magic sand, and when the ordinary changes become the chance of legend. At this time, the whole Cape of the unattainable world suddenly emerges from the illusory light and enters our life. We wake up and see the people we yearn for day and night. We thought we would only see them in dreams.

In the next few days, time was taken up by preparations for Saint Lucia's departure, and I could not continue to peer at the girls. Now, it's possible to meet them at the time I want, which brings peace to my mind. This calm is especially valuable. My friend was so attentive to my grandmother and me that she wanted to express her gratitude to him. I told my grandmother that Saint Luther admired Prudence very much. This gave her an idea and ordered her to send many letters in writing from the philosopher she had purchased before. It was on the eve of St. Lou's departure that these things arrived, and he came to the hotel to watch them. He read the letters greedily, touched every page respectfully and tried to remember every sentence. Then he rose to say goodbye and asked my grandmother to forgive her for staying so long. Just then, he heard his grandmother reply to him:

"No, take it away. It's for you. I ordered people to come here to give it to you."

He can't help but be happy and not more in control of himself than a physical condition that does not depend on will. His face was red as if he had just been punished by a child. He thanked again and again, and tried to control the joy that stirred his whole body. My grandmother was more moved to see him so in control of herself. But Saint Lou was worried that he had not expressed his gratitude. The next day, when he returned to his army station by local train, he leaned out of the window and asked me to forgive him. In fact, his station is not far away. He had intended to go by carriage. He will come back at night, not always in a carriage when he never returns. But this time, a lot of luggage has to be put in the car. He found it easier to travel by train. In this matter, he adopted the opinions of the stationmaster. When he asked the stationmaster for his advice, the stationmaster said that a carriage or a small train was "almost meaningless." But he thought it meant "almost the same" (in short, it was almost the same as what Franois said "it's almost the same thing"). All right, "Saint Luther concluded." I'll take the ninety-eight-bend mini-railway train. "

If I hadn't been sick, I would have taken a small train and carried my friend to East Sierra. We stayed at Barbeck Station - the driver of the small train was waiting for some late friends. They didn't come. He didn't want to drive. At the same time, he drank cool drinks slowly - I promised to see him at least several times a week. Block came to the station to see him off too - Saint Luke was a pain in the neck. Saint Lou saw that our classmate heard him ask me to go to East Sierra for lunch, dinner and stay. Finally, he said to him:

"If you happen to pass East Sierra one afternoon and I'm free again, you can come to the headquarters and see me. But when it comes to free time, I'm almost never free." The tone of voice was extremely cold, and the mission was to correct the enthusiasm that had to be felt when the invitation was issued and to prevent Block from taking it seriously. Maybe Robert was worried that if I were alone, I would not go. He thought that my friendship with Block was better than what I said, so that I could have a fellow traveler and a motivator.

I'm afraid this tone of voice, this kind of invitation, and this kind of invitation to persuade people not to come, will make Block unhappy. I think it might be better for St. Lou to say nothing at all. But I was wrong. After the train left, Block and I left the station together until we reached the intersection of the two streets where we had to part. One Avenue leads to hotels and the other leads to Brock's villa. Throughout the journey, Block kept asking me which day we would go to East Sierra, because "St. Lou was so kind to me," and if he hadn't been invited, he would have been "too crude". I'm glad that he didn't find out how the invitation was sent in a tone that was not urgent or polite. Maybe he's not unhappy enough to pretend that he hasn't found out yet. But I'm still thinking about him. I hope he doesn't go to East Sierra immediately, so as not to be a laughingstock. But I did not dare to show him that Saint Lucia was far less eager to catch up with and to give him an idea. That idea will only upset him. He can't wait. Although his shortcomings can be completely remedied by some outstanding advantages, there will be no shortcomings in the place of more introverted people. But his presumption is really annoying. According to him, we have to go to East Sierra this week (he said "we"). I think he somewhat expects me to go so as to give him an excuse. All the way, he went to the stadium covered by green trees, to the tennis court, to the Zhg House in the city, to the seafood vendor, and he stopped to ask me to fix a day. I don't do it. When he left me, he got angry and said to me, "Please, sir. Anyway, I had to go, since he invited me."

Saint Lou was particularly worried about not thanking my grandmother enough. On the third day I received a letter from him. In this letter, he again entrusted me with thanks to Grandma. The letter was sent from the city where he was stationed. The post office stamped the envelope with the name of the city. The letter seemed to run towards me and said to me that he missed me in the four walls of Louis XVI cavalry barracks. On the letterhead was the emblem of Marsant's family. I could tell from it that a lion was standing on top of a wreath, under which a French veteran cap formed a circle.

"The journey went well," he told me in his letter, "reading a book bought at the station all the way. The author of this book is Afed Barina (I guess the author is Russian, and it's amazing that a foreigner can write so well. Tell me what you think of this book. Maybe you are familiar with it. You are a knowledgeable scholar who has no books to read. Now I am back in this vulgar life. Alas! I feel like I'm in exile here. Everything I left in Barbeck was not here. In this life, I can not find any warm memories, any charm of wisdom. You will certainly despise this kind of living environment, but this kind of life is not without any touching points. Since I left here last time, it seems to me that everything has changed. Because in this period, I began the most important era of my life, that is, the beginning of our friendship. I hope this era will never end. I only talk to one person about this era, about you, this person is my girlfriend. She came to me unexpectedly and we spent an hour together. She would like to get acquainted with you very much, and I think you will have a good conversation, because she is also very fond of literature. On the contrary, in order to recall our conversation and to recall those moments that I will never forget, I avoided my companions. They are good guys, but when I tell them that, they may not understand. For those days I spent with you, on the first day, I almost preferred to remember them alone rather than write to you. However, you are meticulous in thinking, sensitive in temperament, and afraid that you will not receive my letters and fantasies. You are willing to bow down to the rough cavalry, but if you want to make him more elegant, more delicate and more suitable for you, you have to work hard.

(1) Affred Barena is the pen name of Louise Cecil Vansen (1840-1908). She is the author of Debate. She writes books on Bernardin de Saint-Pierre and Musset. She also introduces Ibsen, Spencer and Tolstoy to French readers.

This letter, from a tender point of view, is basically the same as the letter I imagined he wrote to me. I had not yet met Saint Lucia. Later, his first reception was so cold that I woke up from my fantasy and faced the cold reality. This cold reality is not always the same.

When I receive this letter, whenever it comes to me at lunchtime, I will recognize it immediately, because it always has a second face in the absence of a person. From the lines of this face (the characteristics of handwriting), there is no reason to think that we can not grasp a person's heart, just as we can grasp a person's heart from the lines of the nose or the cadences of the voice. Lily Of The Valley

Now, when I removed the cups and dishes from the table, I sat at the table willingly. If it hadn't been for the moment that the girls might have passed, I would not have just stared at the sea. The interruption of knives and forks, the rounded bulging of messy napkins, the addition of yellow | Color * velvet to the sunshine, the half-empty wine cup more shows its beautiful shape on the bottom of the semi-transparent glass and seems to be focusing on the eyes, the residual wine color * is very deep but shining. Mobile containers, light causes the transmutation of liquid drinks; plums change from green to blue and from blue to gold in half-empty tall fruit dishes; old chairs move around and sit around tablecloths twice a day; tablecloths are laid down as if they were laid on an altar, where delicious food celebrations are held. 。 On the tablecloth, there are still a few drops of crystal-clear juice on the bottom of the oyster shell, just like a few drops of water in a small stone-carved sacred water tank. Ever since I saw some of these things in Elstier's watercolours, I tried to find them again in reality. I like these things, just as I like something that is poetic and picturesque. I have never imagined a place of beauty, from the most commonly used objects, from the deep life of "still life", I strive to find beauty.

A few days after Saint Lucia's departure, I finally managed to get Elstier to hold a little reception. I will meet Albertina at the reception. When I walked out of the hotel, people felt that I was charming and graceful. It's totally temporary (and I'm sorry that after a long rest and careful grooming), I failed to retain this charm and grace (and Elstier's trust) to conquer a more meaningful person. I regret that I spent so much effort to get to know Albertina. Since this happiness has been guaranteed, my reason has been that this happiness is not precious. But in my heart, will is always sharing this illusion. Willingness is our ever-changing, successive individuality * persevering, eternal slave, who hides in the dark, is despised, tirelessly loyal, regardless of our ever-changing selves, and constantly works hard to make us never lack what we need. When a long-cherished journey is about to become a reality, reason and sensibility begin to wonder whether it is really worth going. Wish to know that if this trip can not be carried out, these idle masters will immediately feel that this trip must be wonderful, and let these two masters in front of the station endlessly talk, more hesitant. But he was responsible for buying tickets and putting us in the car according to the driving time. Just as reason and sensibility * are changeable, will is eternal. However, because he was silent and did not explain his reasons, it seemed that he did not exist. Other parts of our selves clearly recognize when we are uncertain, but unconsciously follow the firm determination of will. When I looked through the goggles at useless and vulnerable ornaments, my sensibility and reason debated the value of getting to know Albertina's happiness. Perhaps sensibility and reason wished to keep these things intact for another occasion. But I would not allow the time to go out to pass, and he gave Elstier's address to the coachman. Now that the lottery has been drawn, my sense and sensibility * have spare time to feel that this is a pity. If my intention was to give me another address, my sense and sensibility would probably be deceived.

After a while, I arrived at Elstier's house. At first I thought Miss Simone wasn't in the studio. There was indeed a girl sitting there, wearing a silk dress and no hat on her head. But I don't know her beautiful hair, nose and face. I can't find the entity I've generalized from a girl on a bicycle walking beach wearing a polo cap. But she was Albertina. Even after I learned this, I did not take her into account. When a young man walks into a social gathering, his ego dies and he becomes a very different person. The whole salon is a new world. In this new world, people are restricted by another kind of spiritual environment rule. They concentrate their attention on dance, card game and some people. It seems that these people and things are of vital importance to us. In fact, we forget about it on the second day.

In order to go to the destination of talking to Albertina, I had to take a route that was not developed by me at all. The road first stops in front of Elstier and then passes through several other groups of guests. Someone reported my name to the guests. The road then extended along the cold table, where I was served strawberry cakes. I ate strawberry pie and listened to a piece of music that began to play. At this stage, it happens that I have given the same importance to introducing me to Miss Simone. Introducing me to her is just one of these stages. A few minutes before that, I had completely forgotten that this was the only purpose for which I came. Besides, in real life, is it not the same when we are truly happy and when we are in catastrophe? Among many others, from our beloved population, we have received affirmative or deadly answers that we have been waiting for for for a year. But we must continue to chat with people, and ideas come in one after another, forming a surface. Disaster has befallen us, and this deep and narrow memory can only be revealed silently from time to time beneath this surface. If it weren't unfortunate, but fortunate, it might only be a few years later that we remember that the most important event in our emotional life originally happened at a social gathering, and we went to that social gathering with the expectation of that event. At that time, we had no time to pay attention to it for a long time, and hardly any time to realize its significance.

Elstier asked me to come over to introduce me to Albertina, who was sitting a little farther away. I finished eating a coffee cream pastry and then asked an elderly person I just met to talk to me in detail about some Normandy bazaars. The old gentleman enjoyed the rose on my buttonhole very much. I think I can give it to him as a gift. This is not to say that the ensuing introductions did not bring me any pleasure. In my eyes, this matter is of little importance. To be happy, of course, I only realized later that it was when I returned to the hotel and was alone that I became myself again. Some pleasures are similar to taking pictures. When a loved one is present, he receives only a negative, and then returns to his home. When he can use the inner darkroom, he can print the negative. The entrance to the darkroom is "closed" as long as the guests are entertained.

Although my happy experience was delayed for several hours, the importance of this introduction was immediately felt. In introducing, although we feel that we are suddenly rewarded, we hold a "voucher" which is suitable for future happiness. We've been longing for this coupon for weeks. We also clearly understand that for us, getting this ticket not only ends the hard search - it only fills us with joy - but also ends the existence of a person. This man, our imagination has distorted him, we are worried that he will never know us, and make him very tall. When our names come out loud in introducing the population, especially if the introducer clips our names in praise like Elstier's --- the moment of sacred deeds, the moment when a genie in a ghost story "changes", the moment when one person suddenly becomes another person is very similar --- we are hot. The woman who was eager to approach suddenly disappeared: first of all, how could she still be like herself in the past, since - because strangers had to pay attention to our names, we had to pay attention to this person - in yesterday's infinite eyes (we thought, our own wandering, distracted eyes) Sad, disappointed, careless eyes will never look at her. The conscious eyes we were looking for, the unrecognizable thoughts, were instantly replaced by our own image, magical and very simple. The image is painted in the depths of a smiling mirror. If we turn ourselves into the most unlike people, this transformation will also greatly change the person we have just been introduced to him, and his shape will be more ambiguous. We can wonder whether he is a god, a table or a basin. But strangers have to say a few words to us, just as dexterous as wax figurines that can shape a chest in five minutes before our eyes. These words clarify the shape and give it some decisive factor, which wipes out all the assumptions made the day before when our desires, hopes and imaginations came into play. Undoubtedly, even before I came to this reception, Albertina was no longer the only ghost worth disturbing our lives. A passing girl who we barely knew and could see clearly was always a ghost. She is a relative of Mrs. Bondang, which has limited those beautiful ideas and blocked the way in which they can spread. As I got closer and closer to the girl, I learned more and more about her, which was calculated by subtraction. Every part of desire, hope and imagination was replaced by a much less valuable view. Indeed, this view is supplemented by something exactly the same as what the consortium gave back after it returned its original shares, which it calls the repayment of its capital. Her family name, her relatives, added the first frame to my idea. I stood beside her and saw the little beauty mole on her cheek. Her affable manner was another boundary. Finally, I was shocked to hear that she should use the adverb "perfect" when she used the adverb "perfect". She was talking about two people. She said to one person, "This man is perfect, mad, but he is still very enthusiastic about people." To another person, she said, "This gentleman is perfectly ordinary, perfectly tiresome." It's unpleasant to use the word "perfect" in this way, but it shows a person's education and educational level. I can't imagine a slut on a bicycle, a Muse playing golf, drinking and indulging at that level. In addition, it does not prevent Albertina from changing many times in my opinion after her first transformation. The strengths and weaknesses of a person before your eyes, if we approach it from a different angle, will be arranged in completely different forms. Just as in a city, from a certain line, its scenic spots and monuments are scattered in disorder, but from another point of view, they are scattered in different ways, and each other is magnificent. At first, I felt that Albertina's face was not only unruly, but rather timid. For every girl I spoke to, she added the adjective "she's very bad manners" or "she looks strange". Judging from this, I seem to think she is decent rather than ill-bred. Finally, the aim on her face was that one side of the temple was quite red and looked uncomfortable. Her strange look was uncomfortable, and I still can't forget it until now. But this is only the second eye, there must be other places, I will gradually walk over. It is in this way that a correct understanding of a person can be achieved only by identifying the mistakes observed at the beginning, if it is possible. But knowledge is impossible. Because when we constantly correct this person's perspective, he himself is not a static goal, he has changed. We thought we could catch up with him, but he moved again. We thought we had finally seen him clearly, but what we had captured was only the image of the past. We finally got these images right. But by this time, these images no longer represent him. The sixth fable in La Fontaine's Fable Volume 9, The Sculptor and Jupiter's Image, is alluded to here: "A marble is so beautiful that a sculptor goes and buys it." He said, "What will my knife carve into? Are they carved into gods, tables or basins? ''

However, the only healthy and beneficial process for the senses, no matter how unavoidable disappointment it may bring, is to move towards the vague things to be seen and towards the things to be imagined by Kungfu. Some people, out of laziness or shyness, take a carriage and go directly to the home of friends they know. Before arriving, I never dare to stop when I see what I yearn for on the road. How tedious these people's lives should be!

When I returned to my residence, thinking about the reception, I saw the coffee cream pastry I had eaten before I followed Elstel to Albertina, and the rose I had given to the old man. All these details, which we unconsciously chose from the scene, constitute the first picture of our meeting through careful and accidental arrangements. However, this painting, I seem to see from another angle, is far away from myself. I understand that this painting does not exist only for me. A few months later, when I talked to Albertina about the first day I met her, I was amazed that she also mentioned to me the cream pastry, the flowers I sent. Everything I think, of course, I can't say that it only means a lot to me, but it's just my own feeling. Now I've seen it in Albertina's mind, and it's translated into another way of saying that I never thought it would exist.

From that first day on, as I walked back to my apartment, I was able to see the kind of memories I had just described. Then I realized what a magic had changed and asked me to talk to a person for a while. The magician was so skilled that he had nothing in common with the girl I had been following for so long on the beach, and that person was replaced by him. Besides, I could have anticipated this beforehand, because I made up the seaside girl myself. Nevertheless, since I had identified the girl with Albertina in my conversation with Elsteir, I felt that I had a moral obligation to Albertina to fulfill my love promise to the imaginary Albertina. If someone else acts as an engagement agent, he thinks that he must marry the person who interposes as his wife afterwards. In addition, the memory of that decent demeanor, "perfectly ordinary" and the fiery sun cave is enough to calm my worries. This worry has at least temporarily disappeared from my life. Recalling these still arouses another kind of desire in my heart. Although this desire is sweet, painless and similar to the feelings of brothers and sisters, it can become dangerous over time and make me feel the need to hold this new acquaintance in my arms anytime and anywhere. Her decent manners, shy expression and unexpected easiness stopped the useless gallop of my imagination and gave rise to emotional gratitude. Then, as memory immediately begins to take out independent negatives, in the series of negatives displayed in memory, any association between the various scenes on the negatives is cancelled, and the last negatives may not necessarily destroy the previous ones. Faced with the ordinary and emotional Albertina I had talked to, I saw the mysterious Albertina across the sea. At this moment, it's all memories, that is, some pictures. In my opinion, this picture is not more real than that one.

In order to never want to introduce the first night of acquaintance again, I tried my best to look at the little beauty mole under my eyes and on my cheeks. I remember when Albertina left Elstier's house, I saw this mole on the chin. All in all, when I saw her, I noticed that she had a beauty mole, but my wandering memory then wandered over Albertina's face with it, and put it here and there.

I feel very disappointed that Miss Simone is almost the same as all the girls I know. But just as I was deeply disappointed with Balbeck Cathedral, it did not prevent me from thinking about going to Gambele, Alfonso Bridge and Venice, I thought to myself that although Albertina herself was not what I wanted, at least she could meet her small group of friends.

At first, I thought I was going to suffer setbacks in this matter. She's probably going to be in Balbeck for a long time, and so am I, so I think it's better not to try so hard to meet her, but to wait for the time to come and ask me to meet her. As a result, I met her every day, and she was content to greet me from afar. It's worrying: I've been saying hello to her every day for the whole summer, but it's possible that things haven't progressed at all.

Shortly afterwards, one morning, after a rain, the weather was very cold. On the seawall, a girl came to me. She was wearing a cap and sleeves so different from the girl I met at the Elstile party that she could hardly turn her head around and recognize them as the same person. After a second of surprise, my brain finally turned around. I think the second of surprise did not escape Albertina's eyes. On the other hand, at this moment I recall the "decent manners" that impressed me deeply, and at this moment I was shocked in the opposite direction by her rude tone and "gangster" manners. In addition, the temple is no longer the center of vision on the face. Maybe it's because I'm on the other side. Maybe it's because the cap covers the temple. Maybe it's because the temple isn't always inflamed.

"What the hell is this!" She said to me, "All in all, it's sheer nonsense to say that Balbeck's summer is endless! Why, you're doing nothing here! I've never seen you play golf or go to a ball at the amusement park. You don't ride either. How bored you should be! Don't you think people become silly when they stay on the beach all day? Ah! Do you like to be a lizard? You have time. I can see that you are different from me. I love all kinds of sports! Rasoni horse racing, didn't you go? We went by train. I understand, you won't find it fun to ride in such a broken car! It took us two hours on the way! With that effort, riding my broken bicycle, I've been hitting three times back and forth!"

Refer to sunshine.

Because of its twists and turns, St. Lou naturally calls this local * small railway "Nine Bends and Eighteen Bends", and I admire him very much. Now Albertina's easy words about "broken cars" startled me again. I felt that she was able to use her allegation freely. I was afraid that she would find me a mediocre person in this field and therefore look down upon my incompetence. However, by that time, the rich synonyms used by that small group to refer to the railway had not yet been revealed to me.

When Albertina spoke, her head remained motionless, her nose tightened and her lips moved only. As a result, it has a trailing cavity and a heavy nasal tone. This tone may be inherited from other provinces, young people deliberately imitate British indifference and foreign female teachers in class, as well as congestive hypertrophy of nasal mucosa and other factors. This tone, when she knows more about people, naturally becomes childish again, quickly recedes. The tone could have been uncomfortable, but it had a different flavor and fascinated me. Whenever I did not meet her for several days, I became impatient and used the heavy nasal tone in which she spoke. People stood upright and their heads remained motionless. I said repeatedly, "I've never seen you play golf." At that time, I thought that no one was more suitable to my heart than she was.

One by one, people gather and stop to decorate the seawall, talk a few words and then disperse, each along their own walking route. That morning, we formed such a couple. I watched it carefully at rest, and finally I knew exactly where the beauty mole was. I was fascinated by a piece of music in Vandeyi's Sonata, but in my memory, it wandered from a sideboard to a piece of music. It was not until one day, when I held the score in my hand, that I found it and fixed it in my memory, originally in a scherzo. In the same way, I will remember the beauty mole on my cheek and on my chin. Now, the mole is always on the upper lip below the nose. Some of the poems that we recite backwards are unexpected when we suddenly meet in a play. The same is true of the above.

At this time, Albertina's girlfriends showed their group of figures, moving legs, slender, and so different from each other. As these virgins, bathed in sunshine and sea breeze, unfolded in beautiful formations, forming a colorful and decorative whole, they should be free to multiply in front of the sea with their ever-changing shapes. Develop and grow. I asked Albertina for permission to accompany her for a while. Unfortunately, she only waved hello to them.

"If you ignore your friends like this, they will complain," I told her, hoping that we could walk with them.

At that moment, a well-featured young man came up to us with a racket in his hand. He was the man whose absurd behavior at cards made the chief judge's wife angry. He greeted Albertina coldly and indifferently, apparently thinking that his superiority was reflected in that expression. Okdav, are you from the golf course? She asked, "Is everything going well? How is your physical strength?

"Oh, it's disgusting. I'm dizzy." He answered.

"Is Andre there?"

"Yes, she hit seventy-seven."

"Oh, this is a record!"

"Yesterday I played 82! (1)

This man is the son of an industrial millionaire. It is said that his father will play a very important role in the organization of the next World Expo. This young man and his few male friends, who are very rare among these girls, are very good at knowing everything about clothes, clothes, cigars, English drinks and horses. They know everything and are proud to have reached the level of silent modesty of scholars. But I am surprised that these knowledge has not been expanded alone with even a trace of spiritual and cultural accomplishment. He had no hesitation about the suitability of tailless dresses or pajamas, and could not remember under what circumstances a word could be used, or even the simplest French rules. The two cultures are so incompatible, probably in his father. In an open letter to voters, his father, President of the Barbeck Real Estate Owners Federation, had the phrase: "I wanted to see the mayor talk to him about this issue. He refused to listen to my right discontent." Not long ago, he ordered this letter to be pasted on every wall.

This passage reveals that the author knows little about the rules of golf.

(2) If we affirm that Pu's trip to Balbeck was in 1898, "the next Expo" will be in 1900.

Oakduff often wins prizes in all kinds of games such as Boston, Tango and so on in the playground. If he wants, it will make him a good family member in the class of "bathing in the sea". In this class, it is the original meaning, not the extended meaning, to say that girls marry their "partners".

(1) In French, the word "married" is used extensively to mean "cooperated tacit understanding", so "married to their partner" can also be understood as "cooperated tacit understanding with their partner". It's about marrying someone, so it's "original meaning" rather than "extended meaning".

"I'm sorry," he said to Albertina, lighting a cigar as if asking for permission to finish an important job while chatting. Because he could never "stay there and do nothing", although he never actually did anything. Absolute idleness will eventually produce the same effect as overwork, both mentally and physically. Oakduff's meditative forehead concealed the fact that he never used his mind, and in spite of his calm expression, finally made him hungry for thought in vain. This longing made it difficult for him to sleep at night, just as it would be for an overworked metaphysician to fall asleep.

I thought that if I knew the girls'friends, I would have more chances to meet them, so I immediately prepared to ask for my introduction to Oakdaf. Oakduff muttered "I'm dizzy" and left. As soon as he left, I spoke to Albertina about the above ideas. I hope she'll keep that in mind and do it next time.

"But," she cried, "I can't introduce you to a little white face! There are many such people in this place! They can't talk to you. This one is great at golf, that's all. I know very well that he is nothing like you."

"It's time you left your girlfriends like that, they complained," I said to her, hoping she would propose to me to go after them with her.

"No, they don't need me at all."

We met Block as he walked around, and he smiled at me wittily and meaningfully. He was embarrassed to see Albertina again. He didn't know Albertina, or at least heard her name and "didn't see anybody." He made a stiff, obnoxious gesture and lowered his head toward the collar.

"What's the name of this monster?" Albertina asked me, "I don't know why he greeted me, since he didn't know me. So I didn't return the courtesy."

Before I could answer Albertina's words, Block had come straight towards us. Count of Monte Cristo

"Forgive me for interrupting you," he said. "I want to tell you that I'm going to East Sierra tomorrow. I can't wait any longer. It's impolite to wait any longer. I don't know what St. Lou Ang Bray thinks of me. I'll inform you that I'm going by two o'clock train. Please arrange it."

I was thinking about meeting Albertina again and trying to get to know her girlfriends. East Sierra, they don't go; I went back and missed the moment when they went to the beach. So I think East Sierra is the end of the world. I told Block I couldn't go.

"Well, I'll go myself. I would like to quote two ridiculous Alexander poems from Lord Aruille and say to St. Lou:

You know, my duty does not depend on his duty.

If he wants, he will not do his duty. But I should do my duty.

In order to tempt his theocracy."

Aruille is Voltaire's original surname. But these lines were not written by Voltaire, but by Gao Naiyi, who wrote the lines of Polina, the heroine in his play Poliyecket. Block reveals here that he is both "scholarly" - because he calls Voltaire "Lord Aruille" and very ignorant - and puts Gaonaiyi's verses on Voltaire's head.

"I admit he's quite a beautiful young man," Albertina said to me, "but he really annoys me!"

I never thought Brock would be a beautiful man. But he is. His head is a little drum, his nose has an eagle hook, his expression is very elegant, and he shows great confidence in his elegance. His face looks very comfortable. But he won't please Albertina. Perhaps this is due to Albertina's shortcomings, because the gang is hard and indifferent, because they are all very rude to anything outside the circle. Later, when I introduced them, Albertina's aversion to Block increased. Block belongs to a certain class. In that class, on the one hand, he slanders the upper class arbitrarily, on the other hand, he shows full respect for the good manners of a clean-handed person. As a result, a special compromise has been made between them, which is different from the behavior of the upper class, and no matter what. It's a particularly abhorrent form of communication. When he was introduced to others, he bowed and smiled with a slightly doubtful smile and an excessive exaggeration of respect. If the other party is a man, he always says, "Sir, it's a pleasure." The voice seemed to be laughing at what he said, and at the same time realizing that it belonged to a person who was not rude. The first second was spent on a habit he followed and laughed at (as he said on January 1st: "I wish you all the best for a year"), and then he showed a shrewd and cunning look and "whispered out very subtle things". These things are often full of truth, but Albertina can't stand them. On that first day, when I told her his name was Block, she cried out:

"I can bet he's a Jew. It's their way to pretend to be polite.

In addition, Block later probably annoyed Albertina in another way. Like many intellectuals, he would not say simple things simply. He searches for an exquisite adjective for everything and then makes it bigger and bigger. Albertina hated it very much. She didn't like being in charge of her affairs very much. She didn't like what Block said when she sprained her foot and stayed quiet.

"She's sitting on a bench, but as a common phenomenon, she's constantly moving between vague Golf and ordinary tennis." This is nothing more than "literary technique". But Albertina felt that it would make it difficult for her to get along with some people. She refused the invitations and said she could not move. For this reason, it was enough to make her hate the face and voice of the young man who said these words.