"Anyone who cannot come to terms with his life while he is alive needs on hand to ward off a little his despair over his fate—he has little success in this—but with the other hand he can note down what he sees among the ruins, for he sees different (and more) things than do the others; after all, dead as he is in his own lifetime, he is the real survivor. This assumes that he does not need both hands, or more hands than he has, in his struggle against despair."--Kafka



Monday, January 26, 2009

念欣姑姑寫葉問

唉唉,每每在保健處遇到黃念欣,我都想走上前,道,記得我嗎?在花蓮海邊拉著你和你丈公拍照的傻女子,但總覺得十分笨拙,所以我唯有看報紙掩飾我的衝動。

念欣姑姑靈氣迫人、溫婉,恰恰給我春天的溫度,是我心目中的女神。

她寫葉問,太好看,白開水文字寫得玲瓏剔透,每每讀到別人那麼好看的文字,就感到自己的蒼白。

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