New Streams of Life (17)

---

来源：洪恩论坛 Canuck's Comments  日期：2007-7-23  作者：sonnet.

阅读：2310 次

New Streams of Life (17)

I started to read Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice again. In the mini series of Pride and Prejudice there was all that was considered to be beautiful and pleasant about England’s countryside. I couldn’t imagine that anyone with a sensible education and mind wouldn’t turn out as well as Jane and Lizzy did actually.
Every time I watched it my opinion of the book and the film was increased.

The pleasant experience of reading the book actually reminded me of my early walk this morning, though the reason, I wish, was better not to be remembered and recollected. I got up at a quarter to six, learned French for half an hour, had a
shower and left home at half past six. I was struggling to get to my working place, as the supervisor was very severe. At one point I had to run across the road sections with my aching legs due to the eight-hour tiring shift yesterday. But
when I got there the severe woman brushed me off lightly, saying I wasn’t supposed to be there today.

At first I thought I must have misread the rota schedule, and felt very embarrassed for the mistake. But when I got home and checked the rota at my laptop, I found out I didn’t make the mistake. So I phoned the woman, asking for a reason.
She simply said that the rota has been updated,but she forgot to tell me, and squarely refused to compensate me for the inconvenience caused by her poor management. It was so ridiculous that I couldn’t believe it over the phone.

I don’t really understand that why some people in this world couldn’t have basic human respect towards one another. For this woman, she must think the position of her in the company has granted her the superiority to others. Otherwise she wouldn’t have acted so rude. But anyway I don’t care. I actually had a nice
walk on the back home this morning.

I reviewed what French I learned this morning, I had a quiet moment of my own on
the road, and I made up my mind to quit. I think I had enough of it. Not only did I come to know the roadside cuisine culture in that little restaurants, I came across various people, each with different temperament. Some has all the goodness, and some only has the appearance of it; some owns all the modesty and some
owns none. It was all very interesting to see how people made out of themselves
, thought sometimes I wish I had not seen it.

Anyway I had a nice rest this morning. In the afternoon I told my friend what I
was up to in my import. After that while he was reading the latest Harry Porter
book on his computer, I went to the high street to check out the relevant market
. But unfortunately I forgot it was Sunday. Most of the shops were closed for good. I dropped in a newly opened shop and bought a box of eye shadow, which I regret very much now. I just dreaded for shopping. It was even more dreadful when you found actually what you bought was the wrong one.

I always find that shopping was one of the most dreadful things in this world.
But if you call buying a book is shopping, then it is a different matter. The other day when I went to Plymouth by bus, I bought myself a nice Oxford French Grammar book in Waterstone. I loved it and still do. But I think that is the very difference between books and other things. For a good book, the often fact is the
more you read and use it, the more you will be attached to it. But if it was other things, let it be a nice dress or a goody pair of shoes, they tend to wear
out by time. But good books never wear out. Rather a closer acquaintance will,
more often than not, improve your opinion of them.

Now I am glad that my life can go back to normal. I long for moments of peace and enjoyment. I hate the feeling of mental weariness after a long hard day. You feel like doing nothing, but just sitting there and being content to be a coach
potato. Or you will rather go to sleep than read or write because of the
long-lasting fatigue. How I dreaded for the shadow of these things in my life, and how I wished I could avoid them. I only hope that I can keep my spirits up
and continuously fight against the life if I am not satisfied with it. I don’t
want to sigh “C’est la vie.” Instead I should always remember to strive.

回复此文