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“知寿，你想得太多了。这可不好。”
“我想得太多了？才不是呢。我就是这么感觉，就是有预感。”
“这种事并不像想象的那么好，也没有那么坏。”
2015年2月28日星期六
2015年2月27日星期五
2015.02 图书架
2015年2月23日星期一
2015-08 阅读分享
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| 图片取自 阿蒯的家 - 那是去年夏天的高潮,林初埤木棉道我怎能忘了 |
2015.02.16~22
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Should She be Like This?
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| 图片取自 Savannah Book Festival |
"Should she be like this after only a year and being on medication?" asked John.
Reality with Alzheimer's
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| 图片取自 Savannah Book Festival |
Beep, beep.
The door bell snapped her out of it. Were they here? Had she invited them over today?
"Just a minute!"
What Does It Feel Like?
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| 图片取自 Savannah Book Festival |
"Mom, what does it feel like?"
"What does what feel like?"
"Having Alzheimer's. Can you feel that you have it right now?"
2015年2月21日星期六
2015年2月16日星期一
2015-07 阅读分享
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| 图片取自 Life With 4 Boys - 5 Things You Have To Do When You Visit Yosemite |
2015.02.09~15
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Trade Alzheimer's for Cancer in a Heartbeat
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| 图片取自 Savannah Book Festival |
But at some point, she would forget how to eat an ice cream cone, how to tie her shoe, and how to walk. At some point, her pleasure neurons would become corrupted by an onslaught of aggregating amyloid, and she'd no longer be capable of enjoying the things she loved. At some point, there would simply be no point.
They have a Beautiful Life
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| 图片取自 Savannah Book Festival |
Plus, she liked being remembered of butterflies. She remembered being six or seven and crying over the fates of the butterflies in her yard after learning that they lived for only a few days. Her mother had comforted her and told her not to be sad for butterflies, that just because their lives were short didn't mean they were tragic. Watching them flying in the warm sun among the diasies in their garden, her mother had to her, See, they have a beautiful life. Alice liked remembering that.
Who was She?
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| 图片取自 Savannah Book Festival |
Alice tucked a piece of paper with her name, address, and phone number in her sock. Of course, if she become so confused that she didn't know her way home, she might not have the presence of mind to remember that she carried this piece of helpful information on her person. But it was a precaution she took anyway.
2015年2月15日星期日
2015年2月14日星期六
Jesus
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| 图片取自 POPSUGAR - 14 Books That Will Have You Weeping |
eleanor
All through first and second and third hour, Eleanor rubbed her palm.
Nothing happened.
How could it be possible that there were that many nerve endings all in one place?
And were they always there, or did they just flip on whenever they like it? Because, if they were always there, how did she manage to turn the doorknobs without fainting?
Maybe this was why so many people said it felt better to drive a stick shift.
park
Jesus. Was it possible to rape somebody's hand?
Eleanor wouldn't look at Park during English and history. He went to her locker after school, but she wasn't there.
When he got on the bus, she was already sitting in their seat——but sitting in his spot, against the wall. He was too embarrassed to say anything. He sat down next to her and let his hands hang between his knees. . . .
2015年2月9日星期一
More Than Six Seconds
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| 图片取自 Savannah Book Festival |
She looked him directly in the eye. A colleague of hers had once told her that eye contact with another person for more than six seconds without looking away or blinking revealed a desire for either sex or murder. She reflexively hadn't believed this, but it had intrigued her enough to test it out on various friends and strangers. To her surprise, with the exception of John, one of them always looked away before the six seconds was up.
More Than Colleagues
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| 图片取自 Savannah Book Festival |
Her colleagues were all brilliant and odd, quick to help and argue, ambitious and humble. They were family. Maybe she felt this way because she didn't have living siblings or parents. Maybe the time of year made her sentimental, searching for meaning and belonging. Maybe that was part of it, but it was also much more.
2015年2月7日星期六
布宜诺艾利斯城
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| 图片取自 臺北市立圖書館服務 |
那天下午，我在地铁看见一个女孩的裙兜上摆着手风琴。悲伤的眼神，破旧的衣裳，顷刻间，让我以为她也是那群来自内地省份（例如科林斯特省、土库曼省或密香内斯省）的流浪儿童。她一定是认出了我的好奇，于是目不转睛地看着我，随即弹起吉普赛民谣。出乎我的意料之外，当地铁在第一站停车时，她便歇手下车。不知道为什么，我有一股冲动想跟随她。她的眼神有一种甜美、不幸，令人震撼的不安，与那些消失在码头角落的人群相同。可是，地铁车厢的门制止了我。后来我才听说这些人来自科索沃。他们聚集在布宜诺艾利斯城，在公车上或地铁里走动。小孩子一边弹手风琴，他们的父母一边乞讨。这个陈腐又武断的说法，麻醉了食物的意义，让一切变得无动于衷。布宜诺艾利斯每次都以不同的方式让我震惊，但总是跟一些卑贱不堪的事息息相关，那契合的粘稠度，远比我手中这本书黏在书皮上的水泥还要牢固。
2015年2月2日星期一
2015-05 阅读分享
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| 图片取自 the little red house - top of the world! |
2015.01.26~02.01
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Cardiothoracic Surgeon
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| 图片取自 Savannah Book Festival |
The period of time that Tom was between girlfriends came with a regular frequency of about six to nine months but never lasted long. He was smart, intense, the spitting image of his father, in his third year at Harvard Medical School, and planning on a career as a cardiothoracic surgeon. He looked like he could us a good meal. He admitted, with irony, that every medical student and surgeon he knew ate like shit and on the fly —— donuts, bags of chips, vending machine and hospital cafeteria food. None of them had the time to exercise, unless they counted taking the stairs instead of the elevator. He joked that at least they'd be qualified to treat each other for heart disease in a few years.
Death only Breaks the Cage ... ...
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| 图片取自 sunshine anyday |
He stared into my eyes for a moment, then said, "The past is like water that flows in a river, you can't bring it back with a shovel. Let the past be in the past, and move on; you won't lose anything. Remember all that I told you. Okay?"
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