When I wake up and complete the necessary washing, shopping, and eating, another whole new world is waiting and welcoming me. There, there was a philosopher who had to drink very thick soup twice a day, ate lamb with oil for four times a month, and two meals of salmon. There was a species discoverer with hunting boots placed in front of his bed. An economist who believes that nature has its own order and derives the theory of free economy, there is a poet who emphasizes childhood as "precious emperor-like wealth" (how did he think of comparing childhood with emperor's wealth? It is really weird) , There is also a female Christian who begs for suet in Tibet and adds a little raisins, brown sugar and flour to make two puddings. There is also a Swiss physiology who told me that "cold drinks take twice as long as hot drinks to digest." A doctor and sports medicine expert, and a great writer who left a copy of Proverbs, he said in his Proverbs 557: "No matter what we have experienced, we will leave traces of it. Every time we come into contact with things, it will have an impact on the formation of our character-although we do not know it. However, it is very dangerous if we pay too much attention to these influences."
I believe that if the "one more" is out of control, I won't even think about mentioning what happened in the bookstore for the rest of my life. All in all: I didn't know these people because of reading books, but rather that these people were originally in a world built from books, but I discovered them by accident. Sometimes, different people in different books will quarrel on the same issue, but their respective time and space phases are too far away, and they cannot quarrel with each other. And once my reading got involved, it would naturally make the two kinds of thoughts, attitudes, and two beliefs that I had never heard of before become unconnected. On the other hand, even guys who have the same name and seem to have the same life course appear in different books, they are often eager to quarrel or even fight. I once thought that the disagreement between Descartes and Voltaire, and even Nietzsche and Nietzsche, was probably caused by the intervention of my reading behavior. However, it would be terrible to think about it this way. Any book I read has the same sense of involvement as the Burmese overseas Chinese and his fellow countrymen dormitories—or can it be called the consciousness of existence
So I thought of a method—to be more precise, there was a method that ran out and hit me: I deliberately didn't finish reading any book in one reading. Doing so can at least make me hold a more reserved attitude towards the books I haven't finished reading, and the "I" who entered the world of books will be less likely to hold on to one's opinions and provoke wars between different books. This of course will make every book look like an incomplete world, but my escape action has become very thorough. It minimizes my consciousness of existence like body odor, at least I am So convinced.
As I said earlier: I don’t remember exactly when that incident happened in the bookstore, but what is certain is that it happened when I developed a book and read it for a while and then threw it down and read another. After getting accustomed to a book, the speed of my reading at that time also unknowingly became a lot faster, and it was still surprisingly fast. In one afternoon, I can read about forty to sixty or seventy books—of course, I skip the last chapter, last section, or last paragraph of each book as much as possible (I don’t have a few times After carefully reading a few detective novels, the moment I closed the book, I suddenly felt ashamed of standing naked among the crowd). As a result (and without knowing it), I started to read in a method that I called "connected reading"-whenever I was about to finish reading a book (the palm of my hand can feel it The pages near the back cover are getting lighter and lighter), I will naturally search or recall some of the questions in the whole book that are quite puzzling to me, and try to be distracted (that is, using brain cells in another area ) To analyze, speculate and judge: What other book will the answer to this question hide in? Every time I skip the end of the book in my hand, I am confident that I know where to find the next book. The reason why this private game is interesting is that it can be played forever; and it is no longer scattered or broken from book to book. Although it still has a little random improvisation, It’s much more interesting than I’m lying on the dormitory bed like a mouse and catching the blind. Once "connected reading" has become a habit, every time I go to the bookstore, the purpose is no longer to buy, but there are larger and more complicated corners that can accommodate me to escape, hide, and feel like disappearing.