秀拉
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Le Flaneur2021-07-30“The real hell of Hell is that it is forever.” Sula said that. She said doing anything forever and ever was hell. Nel didn’t understand it then, but now in the bathroom, trying to feel, she thought, “If I could be sure that I could stay here in this small white room with the dirty tile and water gurgling in the pipes and my head on the cool rim of this bathtub and never have to go out the door, I would be happy. If I could be certain that I never had to get up and flush the toilet, go in the kitchen, watch my children grow up and die, see my food chewed on my plate…Sula was wrong. Hell ain’t things lasting forever. Hell is change.” Not only did men leave and children grow up and die, but even the misery didn’t last. One day she wouldn’t even have that. This very grief that had twisted her ...
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Le Flaneur2021-07-30She looked around for a place to be. A small place. The closet? No. Too dark. The bathroom. It was both small and bright, and she wanted to be in a very small, very bright place. Small enough to contain her grief. Bright enough to throw into relief the dark things that cluttered her.
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Le Flaneur2021-07-30“How you doin’?” Sula moved a pile of ironed diapers from a chair and sat down.“Oh, I ain’t strangled nobody yet so I guess I’m all right.”“Well, if you change your mind call me.”“Somebody need killin’?”“Half this town need it.”“And the other half?”“A drawn-out disease.”
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Le Flaneur2021-07-30“Well, don’t let your mouth start nothing that your ass can’t stand. When you gone to get married? You need to have some babies. It’ll settle you.”“I don’t want to make somebody else. I want to make myself.”
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Le Flaneur2021-07-30The purpose of evil was to survive it and they determined (without ever knowing they had made up their minds to do it) to survive floods, white people, tuberculosis, famine and ignorance. They knew anger well but not despair, and they didn’t stone sinners for the same reason they didn’t commit suicide—it was beneath them.
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Le Flaneur2021-07-30She didn’t even know she had a neck until Jude remarked on it, or that her smile was anything but the spreading of her lips until he saw it as a small miracle.
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Le Flaneur2021-07-30It was while he was full of such dreams, his body already feeling the rough work clothes, his hands already curved to the pick handle, that he spoke to Nel about getting married. She seemed receptive but hardly anxious. It was after he stood in lines for six days running and saw the gang boss pick out thin-armed white boys from the Virginia hills and the bull-necked Greeks and Italians and heard over and over, “Nothing else today. Come back tomorrow,” that he got the message. So it was rage, rage and a determination to take on a man’s role anyhow that made him press Nel about settling down. He needed some of his appetites filled, some posture of adulthood recognized, but mostly he wanted someone to care about his hurt, to care very deeply. Deep enough to hold him, deep enough to rock him, ...
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Le Flaneur2021-07-30They held hands and knew that only the coffin would lie in the earth; the bubbly laughter and the press of fingers in the palm would stay above ground forever.
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Le Flaneur2021-07-30When she saw his clothes lying on the table in the basement of the mortuary, her mouth snapped shut, and when she saw his body her mouth flew wide open again and it was seven hours before she was able to close it and make the first sound.
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Le Flaneur2021-07-30He had answered a question she had not asked, and its promise licked at her feet.
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Le Flaneur2021-07-30When she called up enough courage to look back at him, she saw his hand resting upon the door frame. His fingers, barely touching the wood, were arranged in a graceful arc. Relieved and encouraged (no one with hands like that, no one with fingers that curved around wood so tenderly could kill her), she walked past him out of the door, feeling his gaze turning, turning with her.
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Le Flaneur2021-07-30Then summer came. A summer limp with the weight of blossomed things. Heavy sunflowers weeping over fences; iris curling and browning at the edges far away from their purple hearts; ears of corn letting their auburn hair wind down to their stalks. And the boys. The beautiful, beautiful boys who dotted the landscape like jewels, split the air with their shouts in the field, and thickened the river with their shining wet backs. Even their footsteps left a smell of smoke behind.
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Le Flaneur2021-07-30Joined in mutual admiration they watched each day as though it were a movie arranged for their amusement.
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Le Flaneur2021-07-30In the safe harbor of each other’s company they could afford to abandon the ways of other people and concentrate on their own perceptions of things. When Mrs. Wright reminded Nel to pull her nose, she would do it enthusiastically but without the least hope in the world.“While you sittin’ there, honey, go ’head and pull your nose.”“It hurts, Mamma.”“Don’t you want a nice nose when you grow up?”
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Le Flaneur2021-07-30Holding the knife in her right hand, she pulled the slate toward her and pressed her left forefinger down hard on its edge. Her aim was determined but inaccurate. She slashed off only the tip of her finger. The four boys stared open-mouthed at the wound and the scrap of flesh, like a button mushroom, curling in the cherry blood that ran into the corners of the slate. Sula raised her eyes to them. Her voice was quiet. “If I can do that to myself, what you suppose I’ll do to you?”
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Le Flaneur2021-07-30Because each had discovered years before that they were neither white nor male, and that all freedom and triumph was forbidden to them, they had set about creating something else to be. Their meeting was fortunate, for it let them use each other to grow on. Daughters of distant mothers and incomprehensible fathers (Sula’s because he was dead; Nel’s because he wasn’t), they found in each other’s eyes the intimacy they were looking for.
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shep.endymion2020-08-18她只会发掘自己的思想和情感，让它们支配一切，她绝不认为自己有取悦他人的义务，除非他人的快乐能取悦她，她给予他人痛苦，并甘心体验痛苦，她使别人愉快，也愿意感受愉快，她的生活是一种试验——自从母亲的那番话让她飞快地跑上楼梯，自从她的责任感在那片河岸上随着河中心消失的漩涡一并消逝。前一次经历让她明白世上没有其他人可以指望，后一次则使她相信连自己也靠不住。她没有一个中心，也没有一个支点可以让她围绕其生长。在和某人愉快地交谈时她会说：“你嚼东西时为什么要张开嘴呢?”其实她感兴趣的并非答案，而是对方表情的急剧变化。她完全没有志向，对金钱、房产或其他东西都无动于衷，对别人对她俯首听命或交口称赞缺乏欲望——她没有自我。出于这一原因,她觉得没必要去改变自己——便一味地我行我素。
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矮马来了2020-07-29“等死罢了。就像我现在这样。区别在于她们是像树桩一样等死。而我，我像一株红杉那样倒下。我确实是活在这个世界上的。”“真的吗？你拿什么证明？”“证明？向谁？姑娘，我有自己的头脑，它为我工作，也就是说，我有我自己。”“孤零零的，是吗？”“没错。但我的孤独是我自己的。而你的孤独却是别人的，是由别人制造后送给你的。这难道不能说明什么吗？一种二手的孤独。”
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Raindrop2014-08-01只有奈儿一个人注意到了鸟儿飞走后的那个五月的非同寻常。星期六晚上总有一种光辉，一种似乎是绿色的，被雨淋湿的闪光。而下午总有一种因冰饮料和黄水仙花斑点而明亮的柠檬黄。
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金點點2020-07-17因为她眼睁睁地看到岁月的煎熬已经让她们的颧骨蒙尘，昔日曾向着月亮大睁着的眼睛如今变得肮脏而迟疑，时时露出小心翼翼的忧虑神色。她们生活的天地越狭窄，臀部就越肥大。那些嫁了人的女人已经把自己封在浆洗过的棺木之内，身体两侧满是别人剥去皮的迷梦和骨瘦如柴的悔恨。那些没有男人的女人像针尖已经被酸腐蚀了的针，只剩下了永远空荡荡的针眼。那些有男人的女人，她们呼吸中的甜蜜早已被炉子和水壶榨得涓滴不剩。她们的孩子就像无关痛痒而又暴露在外的伤口，那种贴身的疼痛不因与身体血肉分离而有所减轻。她们看看世界，再回头看看自己的孩子，再看看世界，再回头看看自己的孩子。而秀拉知道，那双清澈而年轻的眼睛就是她们没有拿刀划过咽喉弧线的唯一理由。