北海鲸梦

• 大斑斑

  2019-06-26
  大恶是因为善良的缺席，而罪恶是一种遗忘。
• 大斑斑

  2019-06-26
  聪明不会把你带到任何地方，但是愚蠢，出色的愚蠢却能让你拥有全世界。
• 大斑斑

  2019-06-26
  生活不该被质疑，也不该随波逐流，而是去经历、去拼命幸免于难，一个真正的男人可以适应任何风云变幻。
• 大斑斑

  2019-06-26
  人总得往前看，而不是回头向后看。人生中重要的事情是接下来会发生什么。
• 豆友1158934

  2019-02-22
  “You encourage their superstitions then, I see,” the priest says.“I let them believe what they want to. Who am I to interfere?”“You do them no service by keeping them in ignorance. They lead a brutish kind of life.”“I have no better truths to tell them.”
• 豆友1158934

  2019-02-22
  She is smiling at him, and her expression is eager and curious. When she opens her lips to speak, he doesn’t realize, at first, what is happening. The words sound to him like noises only, like the low guttural clucks the hunters make when they are soothing their dogs at night, but then, with a shudder of dismay, he understands she is talking to him in a crude but recognizable form of English, that she is trying to say “good-bye.”“Gud bye,” she says to him, smiling still. “Gud bye.”He frowns at her, then shakes his head. He feels exposed and sullied by her efforts. Ashamed. It is as if a bright, burning light has been flashed upon the two of them and their pitiful nakedness has been revealed to the world. He wants her to be quiet again, to ignore him now as she has always ignored him befo...
• 豆友1158934

  2019-02-22
  They are like cattle, he thinks, lying together in a cattle shed. He thinks of saying something, then realizes there is nothing he can say. They are two creatures coupling. The moment has no greater meaning, no further implications. When he pushes into her, his mind empties out and he feels a purifying surge of inner blankness. He is muscle and bone, blood and sweat and semen, and, as he jerks and jitters to a rapid and inelegant conclusion, he needs and wants to be nothing else.
• 豆友1158934

  2019-02-22
  He is nothing, and that is a privilege and a joy he is loath to give up.
• 豆友1158934

  2019-02-22
  Sumner nods. He has heard Brownlee’s theories on whaling already. The captain believes the farther north you sail the more whales there will be, and he has come to the logical conclusion, based on this fact, that at the top of the world there must exist a great ice-free ocean, a place not yet penetrated by man, where the right whales swim unhindered in numberless multitudes. The captain, Sumner strongly suspects, is something of an optimist.
• 豆友1158934

  2019-02-22
  ...he is lying on his back in a state of unstructured and barely describable bliss. At such time he can be anywhere and anyone. His mind slide back and forth through the mingled purlieus of time and space -- Galway, Lucknow, Belfast, London, Bombay -- a minute lasts an hour, and a decade flows past in barely an instant. Is the opium a lie, he sometimes wonders, or is it the world around us, the world of blood and anguish, tedium and care, that is a lie? He knows, if he knows nothing else, that they cannot both be true.
• 豆友1158934

  2019-02-22
  He stares across at the dreary flatness of the Lincolshire shore. He has never liked the land, he thinks. It is too certain, too solid, too sure of itself. (Brownlee)