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In addition to asking her to play Vandena instead of Rose Waltz, Swan did not try to get her to play her own favorite music or correct her poor taste in music and literature. He knew very well that she was not a very intelligent person. When she said how much she hoped he would tell her about the great poets, she thought that it would tell her that many of the romantic heroic poems like Count Borrelli were even more moving. As for Vermeer, she asked Swan whether the painter had suffered from any woman, whether any woman inspired his paintings, and when Swan said that no one knew these questions, she was not interested in the painter. She often said, "I believe that if poetry is true and what poets say is what they think, then there is no more beautiful poetry. But poets are often the most calculating people. I know a little about that. I have a friend who loved a poet like that. He talks about love, sky and stars in his poems. Good! She's a great fool! The poet spent more than 300,000 francs on her. If Swan wants to teach her what art is beautiful and how to appreciate poetry or painting, she won't listen to it for a while and says, "Ah..." I didn't expect that to happen." He could feel how disappointed she was, so he preferred to lie, saying that what he had just said was nothing, all trivial, that he had no time to go into it, and that there were many things left unsaid. But she quickly said, "What? Is there anything else? But he did not say that he knew how insignificant what he was going to say was in her mind and how far away he was from what she hoped. He would never be as sensational and exciting as she had imagined. He was afraid that her illusion of art would be disillusioned and that her illusion of love would be disillusioned at the same time. Viscount Borrelli is a mediocre poet dedicated to social life. Indeed, she did not think Swan was as intelligent as she had originally imagined. You're always so implicit. I can't fathom it." Swan was indifferent to money, kind to everyone and considerate to them. Odette was more and more impressed with them. A great man of Biswan, such as a scholar and an artist, when he appreciates the people around him and proves in their emotions that this person's intelligence is superb, often not how they appreciate his thoughts - because they can't understand them at all, but how good they are for him. Respect for good quality. It was his position in the upper class that made Odette respect Swan, but she did not expect Swan to introduce her into the upper class. Perhaps she felt that Swan could not succeed in the upper class. She even feared that if he talked about her, his friends would reveal something about her that she was afraid of being known. So she asked him to promise never to mention her name. She said that she did not go to the upper class because she had a quarrel with a woman who, in retaliation, had said bad things about her. Swan objected, saying, "But not everyone knows your friend." No, bad news travels thousands of miles, and the hearts of people are so bad." Although Swan did not understand what was going on, he also believed that the two sentences "people are so bad" and "bad news travels thousands of miles" were always correct in general; such cases are common. Is that the case with Odette? He had such a problem in mind, but it did not last long, because he was in a heavy mood, just as his father was when he faced difficulties. Besides, the social circle of the upper class made Audrey so afraid that she might not have a strong desire to enter the social circle; the social circle was so far away from what she knew that she would not have a clear understanding of it. Audrey is still simple in some ways. For example, she still keeps friendship with a retired seamstress and climbs the dark and dirty stairs to see her almost every day. However, she is still desperately pursuing style, but her so-called concept of style is different from that of the upper class. For the latter, style comes from a small number of people, promoted by them and extended to a certain extent. The farther away from their center, the weaker it is. It only extends to the circle of their friends or friends of their friends, who can be said to be registered. On this list, people in the upper classes can be counted. They don't know anything about such things. They can extract a taste, a measure, and even people like Swan from it. If they see in the newspaper who will attend a banquet, they can say it immediately without resorting to his knowledge of the social world. What kind of a fancy banquet is this banquet, just like a writer, if you listen to a sentence, you can immediately accurately evaluate the literary value of the author. Odette belongs to the group of people who lack this concept (no matter what the upper class thinks of them, such people are surprisingly many, all classes of society have), they have fundamentally different attitudes, according to the social class they belong to and different appearance, but all have such a characteristic - no matter what it is. Odette's dream or Mrs. Godard's fall for it - that everyone can learn it directly. The style of the upper class is something everyone can learn, but it takes time. When Odette said that someone was "only going to the place where she was good enough", Swan would ask her what she meant by the place where she was good enough, and she would answer with a sniff: "The place where she was good enough is good enough!" At your age, what do you call an attractive place? What do you call me to say? For example, the Queen's Avenue on Sunday morning, the lakeside at five o'clock, the Eden Theatre on Thursday, the racetrack on Friday, and the dance..." "What ball?" "Ball in Paris, of course, I'm talking about a fancy ball. By the way, Ebenchet, you know, he works for a securities broker; you know, he's one of the most famous people in Paris. The tall blonde lad was so handsome that he always wore a flower on his buttonhole, his jacket was light in colour, and there was a slit on his back; he could not finish the first performance of any play with his "old-fashioned" character. Well, he had a ball one evening and all the dignitaries in Paris went. I really want to go, but I have to show an invitation when I come in. I may not have it. Fortunately, I didn't go, and it was crowded to death. I couldn't see anything. At the most, I can only boast about attending Ebanche's party. You don't know, I'm not the kind of person who loves vanity! Besides, at least half of the 100 women who said they had attended the dance were lying. Nevertheless, I wonder why a handsome man like you never went there again! " Swan did not intend to change her view of what it was; he thought that his own view of style was not necessarily right, either ridiculous or indifferent, and there was no need to instill it in his mistress, so after a few months, whether she was interested in the people he interacted with depended on whether they could send him horse racing entries. Tickets, tickets for the first performance of the play. She wanted him to maintain some useful relationships, but since she had seen the Marquis of Verbalisis in the street wearing a black wool dress and a soft hat with a hat belt, she thought that Swan's associates were not necessarily good enough. "Honey, but she looks like an usher in the theatre, like an old doorman! What a marquis! I'm not a marquis, but if you ask me to wear such a ragged suit to the street, I won't kill you either!" She did not understand why Swan lived on the Riverside Road in Orleans. She did not say anything, but she felt that such a place did not match such a handsome man as he was. The Count of Monte Cristo, of course, claims to be an antique hobby. She always looks up and dances when she says that she likes to spend all day in consignment shops "collecting trinkets" and "searching for antiques". Although she was very secretive about what she did during the day, never answered questions about it, never "reported anything", and regarded it as a matter of honor and a family rule, she once told Swan that she had been invited to a friend's house and that everything in her house was "antique". Swan asked her what age she was. She couldn't tell. She thought for a long time that it was "the Middle Ages." In fact, she meant that the walls of her house were covered with wooden panels. Shortly afterwards, she told him about her girlfriend and added, "Her restaurant is eighteenth century style!" The tone of voice was somewhat hesitant, but the air was sure, as if it were talking about such a person. You had dinner with him the night before, but never heard of his name, and the host of the banquet thought he was so well-known that the listener knew who he was. She thought the dining room was too ugly, the walls were bare, as if the house had not been built, and the women looked ugly there. Such decorations would never be fashionable. Later, she mentioned the restaurant for the third time, and wrote out the name and address of the person who designed it. She said that when she was rich, she would ask him to see if she could do the same for her. Of course, it was not the same thing, but the restaurant she had long dreamed of. Unfortunately, her house was too small. Renaissance furniture with no high cutlery racks, and fireplaces like those in the Palace Castle of Bluva. It was on that day that she told Swan what she thought of his house on Riverside Road in Orleans, because he had criticized her girlfriend for not engaging in the Louis XVI style, which was beautiful despite the small number of people, but antique. Audrey said to him, "You can't ask her to live in the middle of worn furniture and polished carpets like you!" In her case, the middle class's emphasis on decency still prevails over the hobbies of frivolous women. She regards those who love to collect trinkets, love poetry, despise calculating, and pursue honor and love as outstanding elites who are higher than others. In fact, there is no need to really have these hobbies, as long as you say it orally; if anyone says at the table that he likes to hang around, like old shops stroking dusty junk, said that he will never enjoy it in this commercial era, because he has always been selfless, with ancient customs on his body, then she goes home and says: ” This man is worthy of admiration, how rich his feelings are, I never thought of it!" Her affection for him sprang up. But on the contrary, people like Swan really have those hobbies, but if they don't say anything, they will be indifferent to her. Yes, she had to admit that Swan didn't value money, but she immediately pouted out her mouth to make up for it: "It's a different thing for him." What dares to do with her imagination is not the actual act of selflessness, but the empty talk. Swan himself felt that he could not always make her dream come true. He tried his best to make her at least happy to be with him. He tried not to oppose her vulgar ideas or her bad taste on various occasions, but to appreciate it as he appreciated everything that came out of her. Taste, even fascinated by it, holds that this woman's essence is manifested through such characteristics and becomes visible. So when she's going to see Queen Topaz and looks happy, or when she's worried that she's going to miss the flower show or miss the English muffin and toast lunch at the Wangjiajie Teahouse (she thinks a graceful woman should be there every time), Swan will come with us to see the innocent and lively children. The son or the portrait he was about to call out was so happy that he felt his mistress's mood on his face and couldn't help but go up and pick it up and kiss it. "Ah! Little Audrey asked me to take her to the flower show. She wanted everyone to appreciate her beauty. It was wonderful! I can't help it. I'll take her." Swan's eyes are a little short-sighted. He has to wear glasses when he works at home and when he goes out to social activities, he wears single glasses, so that he can retain his true face a little more. When she first saw him wearing single glasses, she couldn't help but look happy *:"Men wear this, it's not worth saying, it's so handsome! How beautiful you look when you wear it like that! It's a real gentleman. There's a nickname missing!" I feel a little sorry when I say that. He also liked Audette's words, such as if he was in love with a Brittany woman, and he was happy to see her wear the special local headdress and listen to her saying that she believed in ghosts. Like many others, Swan's development of artistic hobbies had nothing to do with carnal desire. Until then, there had been a strange incongruity between his satisfaction with the two; he enjoyed the charm of more and more elaborate works of art accompanied by more and more vulgar women, and took a little maid to the box. Looking at the decadent theatre he wanted to see or the Impressionist painting exhibition, I was convinced that if a well-educated woman was brought with her, she might not understand more, but she would not be as honest as a little maid without commenting. But since he fell in love with Audrey, he had the same feeling with her and tried to keep them in one heart, which was a sweet career for him. So he tried to like what she loved, and regarded it as a pleasure not only to imitate her habits but also to accept her views, because her habits and opinions were not hers. The product of intelligence, which only reminds him of her love, makes his pleasure even more intense. The reason why he went to see Selsch Barnina again and found the opportunity to listen to Olivier Metra's orchestra was the pleasure of accepting all Audrey's views and the feeling of being able to agree with all her hobbies. Her favorite works and places have the charm to bring him closer to her, and they are more mysterious to him than the more beautiful works and the charm inherent in the place that she can't relate to. In addition, the belief in learning in youth has become more and more indifferent, and the skepticism of people who have experienced vicissitudes of life has unconsciously infiltrated such belief, he thought (because they often think and even say so), the object we like has no absolute value in itself, everything varies according to the times and classes, is the same. The most vulgar fashions of the time are not less valuable than those considered to be the noblest. Odette's emphasis on getting an invitation to the ribbon-cutting ceremony of the art exhibition was no more ridiculous than the pleasure of dining with the Prince of Wales; nor did he feel that her admiration for Monte Carlo or the Ridgey Hills was greater than his own admiration for the Netherlands (ugly in her imagination) and Versailles. The hobby (which she thought to be desolate) did not make sense. So he didn't go to the last two places. I think this is to share her feelings and love only the place she loves. The works of French composer Victor Marcel (1822-1884). (2) Selsch Barnina is a play based on George One's novel of the same name. (3) Olivier Metra (1830-1889) is the author of Audrey's favorite Rose Waltz. Monte Carlo is a city of the Grand Duchy of Monaco, known for its casinos. Ricky Mountain in Switzerland, 1800 meters above sea level, beautiful scenery. He liked everything around Audrey, everything he could see and talk to her, so he liked the social group of the Vildelands. In all the recreational activities with them - dinner, music, games, makeup nights, outings, theatres, even the grand party rarely held for those "hate guys", there is always Odette in the presence, always seeing Odette, always talking to Odette, and the Wildlands are inviting Swan to attend. Sometimes these are regarded as immeasurable grace to him, which makes Swan feel more comfortable in this "small core" than anywhere else, trying to show some benefits for the people in the core, thinking that he will be interested in participating in this social circle all his life. Nevertheless, he never dared to imagine (fearing that his expectations would be doubted) that he would always love Audrey, but if he had been in contact with the Vildelands (which, in principle, was less inconsistent with his reason), he would always be able to see Audrey every night in the future. Maybe it doesn't mean to love her forever, but for now, when he still loves her, what he wants is not to see her one day. He thought to himself, "What a lovely environment! Life here is real life! People here are smarter and more artistic than those in the upper class. Although Mrs. Vildiran exaggerated and ridiculous, what a sincere hobby she has for painting and music, how much love she has for art and music, and how happy she is to please artists. Although she is not quite right about the people in the upper class, how can the people in the upper class be right about the art world? Maybe I don't want to increase my intelligence in talking to them. Although Godard always likes some silly word games, I'm very happy to talk to him. As for the painter, the affectation he showed when he wanted to make an amazing song was a bit annoying, but it was one of the most intelligent people I knew. Besides, everybody here feels free and free to do what he doesn't want to do without pretending. How happy people are in this living room every day! With a few exceptions, I must have gone nowhere else. I will slowly cultivate my habits here and spend my life. He thought that the intrinsic qualities of the Vildirans were only the reflection of the pleasures he had experienced in their family out of his love for Audrey. As the pleasures grew, those qualities became more and more serious, deeper and important, as Mrs. Vildiran did from time to time. Swan offered him the only chance to bring him happiness; because one evening Odette spent more time talking with a guest, and Swan was so worried that she would not ask her if she was going back with him. Mrs. Verdiland always said to Odette, "Odette, you don't want to send Mr. Swan back." Are you?" So that he could calm down and feel happy; because that summer was coming, Swan was beating his heart, wondering if Audrey would leave him alone for a holiday, whether he could meet her every day, and it was Mrs. Verdiland who invited them both to her country villa for a holiday. All of them unconsciously let his gratitude and interest permeate his reason and influence his thought, and even claimed that Mrs. Vildiran had a "great mind". If his old classmates at the Louvre School of Fine Arts talked about some outstanding artists, he would reply, "I like the Vildirans a hundred times better." And he would say in a solemn tone never before: "They are noble people, and noble character is the only most important thing in the world, and the only criterion for distinguishing people. You see, there are only two kinds of people in the world: noble and not noble. I have reached such an age that I should make up my mind to decide once and for all who should be respected and despised, to stand on the side of the beloved people forever, and to make up for the time spent with another person, and not to leave the beloved until death." Sometimes we say something, not because it's true, but because it's pleasant, and when we say it ourselves, we feel like it's from someone else's mouth. We do not often realize this situation ourselves. Swan then went on in our mood in this situation and said, "Okay! That's settled. I decided to love noble people and live in noble surroundings. You asked me if Mrs. Vildiran was really smart or not? I can assure you that her actions show that her mind is noble, and that it would not have reached such a high level if her thoughts were not superb. Admittedly, her understanding of art is profound, but her most lovely place is not here: she is so clever, so wise to do my best, her concern for me, her lofty and kind actions for me, showing a profound understanding of life beyond any philosophy textbook. He may also admit that among his parents'old friends there were as simple people as Mrs. Vildiran, among his younger companions as they loved art, and among his acquaintances there were men of noble mind, but he had never been since he advocated simplicity, art and nobility of mind. See them again. And these people don't know Audrey, and even if they know her, they don't try their best to get him in touch with her. In this way, in the circle of the Vildirans, I am afraid there will be no more faithful believers who love them like Swan, or who think they love them. But when Mr. Vildiran said Swan was not his cup of tea, he not only spoke his mind, but also guessed his wife's mind. Obviously, Swan's feelings for Audrey were so special that he would not reveal the secret between them to Mrs. Verdiland; and apparently, he was so cautious about the Weldilans'hospitality that he often went to his house for unexpected reasons, and they could only think that he did not want to refuse. An invitation to "hate guys"; and apparently, though he was very careful and cautious, they slowly found out that he had a prominent position in the upper classes; all this made them angry with him. However, the most profound reason is not here, but because they soon feel that there is still a kingdom in his soul that no one can enter, and still silently think that Princess Sagan is not ridiculous, that Godard's jokes are not funny, in short, although he has always been hospitable to them, from They did not openly rebel against their beliefs, but they could not make him wholeheartedly accept them and completely naturalize them, which had never been seen in other people. They could have forgiven him for dealing with some "hate guys" (in his heart, he liked the Vildirans and their "little core" a thousand times better), as long as he set a good example and abandoned those guys in front of the followers. But they also understood that it was impossible for him to swear to cut off contact with those people. The "new man" Audrey asked them to invite, although she had only seen him a few times, they had great hopes for him. How different is that from Swan's! _____________ This "new man" is the Count of Forshville. It turned out that he was Saniette's wife, which surprised the believers: the old philosopher was so humble that they thought his social status was lower than theirs, but unexpectedly he came from a wealthy and almost aristocratic family. Fushville, of course, smelled like elegance, but Swan did not; of course, he could never see the Vildeland circle as superior to anywhere else as Swan did. Nevertheless, Swan's plan was lacking, and unlike his, he avoided echoing those led by Mrs. Vildiran who accused people he knew of their obvious mistakes. As for the artists'sometimes pretentious rhetoric, Godard's vulgar jokes, Swan, although both of them are good enough to forgive them, can not summon up courage, nor the false intention to cheer them, but Foshville is so dull, although he does not understand what the artist is talking about. How could I have fallen in love with Godard's jokes? It was at Forshville's first meal at the Vildeland's that all the differences between the two men were revealed, highlighting the quality of Forshville and accelerating Swan's disgrace. That evening, besides the regular guests, there was a professor at the University of Paris, Brishaw, who met the Vildirans in a hot spring. Had it not been for the busy school administration, heavy research work and little leisure time, he would have liked to come to their home often. He has such a curiosity (or superstition) about life, which, combined with a certain degree of skepticism about their research subjects, will enable some intelligent people (such as doctors who do not believe in medicine, middle school teachers who do not believe in Latin translation exercises) to gain in any profession or profession. A reputation for being open-minded, sharp-minded and even superior to others. He pretended to search at Mrs. Vildiran's house for examples of today that he could compare when he was talking about philosophy and history. First of all, he thought that philosophy and history were nothing but preparations for the way of life. Second, he thought that in this sect, what he had seen only in books could be seen before, and now it was shown in action. Finally, perhaps because he was instilled with respect for some people from an early age and kept it in his mind unconsciously, he now wants to strip his university professor's coat and go wild with them - in fact, these words and deeds seem to be unrestrained, but only because they are unrestrained. Because he was respectfully dressed in the coat of a university professor. As soon as dinner was over, Mr. De Fushville, sitting on Mrs. Vildiran's right hand, said to her, "Your white coat is really original." The doctor looked curiously at the man he called "De" in his surname. He stared at him, always looking for opportunities to attract his attention and get in touch with him. Then he grabbed the word "Blanche" and said, "Blanche? Blanchede Castille? (Bronsch? Bronsch de Castilla?) Then he kept looking down, left and right, not only uncertain about how people would react to his remark, but also exuded complacency. Swan grinned bitterly, showing that he thought the word game with homonyms was ridiculous, and that Fushville was appropriately happy (that kind of sincerity and frankness really made Mrs. Vildiran happy), showing that he appreciated both the delicacy of the doctor's remark and his proficiency in human behavior. The way of dealing with the world. (1) Bronsch de Castilla (1185-1252), wife of King Louis VIII of France and mother of Louis IX (St. Louis), was twice Regent queen. "What do you think of the scientist?" She asked Foshville, "With him, you can't talk for two minutes straight." She turned to the doctor and said, "Are you kidding so often in the hospital?" In this way, we can't be bored all day. I think I should apply for admission to your hospital, too. "I think I just heard the doctor talk about that old bitch, Bronsch de Castilla - excuse me for saying that. Madam, am I right? Brishaw asked Mrs. Vildiran. Mrs. Verdiland couldn't help laughing, her eyes closed, her hands covered her face. My God? Madam, I don't want to act as a surprise to frighten the devout distinguished guests who are here now and I don't know anything about them... But I have to admit that our indescribable Athenian Republic - ah, it's an authentic Athenian Republic whose first policeman was the woman of the Cape family who adopted foolish policies. That's it, my dear master. That's it. No mistake." In a strong voice, syllable by syllable, he uttered his answer to Mr. Vildiran's objection." There is no doubt about the reliability of the information provided by this work * in the Annals of Saint Denis, which leaves undoubted evidence on this point. The mother of the saint, the unbelieving proletariat can no longer find a better protector than she; she not only gave birth to a son called the saint, but also trained a group of lame saints (as Husserl said), as well as some of the Saint Bernards; anyone who touched her would inevitably be scolded." (1) Husserl (about 1081-1151), the clergyman of Saint Denis, the Minister of Louis VI and Louis VII, played an extremely important role in strengthening the power of the French King. (2) Religion opposed Louis VI and Louis VII. He advocated mysticism and strongly opposed Abelard's idea of "understanding and then belief". (3) Saint Bernard (1090-1153), a medieval theologian, helped the Parisian chief in the conflict between politics and religion, the Annals of Saint Denis, the Annals of France, which was compiled in the 13th century in the city of Saint Denis. "Who is this gentleman?" Forshville asked Mrs. Vildiran, "He's very angry." "What? You don't know this famous Brishaw? He is well-known all over Europe." "Oh! He's Brishaw!" Forshville cried aloud that he had not listened to him. Then he looked at the guest with his eyes wide open and said to Mrs. Vildiran, "You'll give me a detailed introduction later. It's always interesting to have dinner with a famous person. The guests you invite are carefully chosen and will never be bored with you." "Yes, especially they all have a sense of security," said Mrs. Vildiran modestly. "They can talk about anything they want. Everyone speaks freely and never frozes. Brishaw is not talking very well today; one day he spoke so loudly here that you almost fell at his feet. If he's in someone else's house, he's changed. He's not smart. He's like toothpaste. You can't squeeze him out. He'll even become a hater. "That's strange!" Foshville said in surprise. Brishaw's wit, though not inconsistent with real intelligence, can be seen as pure folly in the eyes of those who associate with Swan when he was young. Professors are talented, and many of the people in the upper class who are considered talented by Swan will be envied. Nevertheless, these people have already instilled Swan with their likes and dislikes, at least those related to social life, even those related to social life that should actually belong to the field of intelligence (such as speech), so he can only think that Brishaw's jokes are both pedantic and vulgar and disgusting. 。 Besides, he was accustomed to being polite and disgusted with the rude, even soldier-like tone of the enthusiastic nationalist professor when he spoke to anyone. Finally, maybe he saw Mrs. Vildiran's courtesy and kindness to the Fushville brought on by Audrey's whim that night, and lost her usual tolerance. Odette also seemed a little uncomfortable in front of Swan. When he arrived, he asked him, "What do you think of my guest?" Forshville had known him for a long time, but this was the first time he found out that he could get a woman's favor, and he was quite beautiful, so he didn't reply with a good temper: "Nausea!" He wasn't jealous for Audrey's sake, but he wasn't as happy that day as usual, so when Brishaw told the story of Bronsch de Castilla's mother, who had "lived with Henry of the Canary Dynasty for many years before marrying him", he wanted Swan to urge him to go on. He said, "Mr. Swan, isn't it?" It sounded like talking to a country bumpkin or cheering up a soldier. Swan said he was sorry. He was not interested in Bronsch de Castilla, but had something to say to the painter. This killed Brishaw's prestige and astonished the hostess. It turned out that the painter went to an artist's exhibition that afternoon, a friend of Mrs. Vildiran's, who had recently died. Swan wanted to know about the artist through the painter (whom he appreciated very much), who shocked the audience's exquisite skills in previous exhibitions, and whether he had taken a step further in the last few works. "From this point of view, it's amazing, but I don't think this art form is very'advanced'," Swan said with a smile. "Advanced... It's nine days high, "Godard said, raising his arms and inserting them in a disdainful way. Raise your seat and laugh. "You see, I'm not right. There's no way to be serious with him," Mrs. Vildiran said to Forshville. "He can't give you a joke in an unexpected moment." However, she also noticed that only Swan was not open-minded. On the contrary, he was very dissatisfied with Godard laughing at him in front of Forshville. And the painter, if only he and Swan were present, would help him to say a word, but now he would rather say two words about the skills of the late master in order to win the appreciation of the people at the table. "I went up to the picture," he said, "to see how it was drawn; I pointed my nose to the top. Hi! Nobody can say what it was painted with. It's glue. Is it a gem? Is it pancreas? Is it bronze? Is it sunshine? Or shit? "Twelve more!" The doctor cried after a while, and nobody understood what he meant by inserting such a sentence. "Nothing seems to work," continued the painter. "The mystery here is as difficult as the two paintings of the Night Patrol and the Regent's Queen. It's more clever than Rembrandt and Hares. This picture is amazing!" Rembrandt (1606-1669), a Dutch painter, developed the contrast between light and shade of Italian painter Karavazi to form a unique style. Night Patrol is one of its masterpieces. (2) Halls (about 1580-1666), Dutch portrait painter and custom painter, with fluent brushwork, rhythm, simple and bright color, has great inspiration for the improvement of European painting techniques. The Regent Queen came into play. Just as the singer had sung the highest note he could and had to hum down in a false voice, he had to laugh and whisper at the moment, as if the painting was rather funny: "It smells good, but it's hard for you to breathe and itch, but you can't tell what it was painted with. It's sorcery, deception, miracle (he laughs here) and dishonesty! " He stopped and solemnly raised his head, trying to fill in with a melodious deep bass, "But it's so decent!" In addition to arousing opposition from Mrs. Vildiran when he said "better than the Night Patrol" (she regarded "Night Patrol" and "Ninth Symphony" and "The Statue of Victory of Samoth Ras" as the three greatest masterpieces in the world), the word "Baba" caused Fushville to look around the table and see their conversation. In response, and with a subtle, generous smile, the rest of the time, except Swan, all the people on the table stared at the painter like magic. When he had finished speaking, Mrs. Vildiran was so happy to see Mr. de Forshville at the table for the first time that she cried out, "Look, I'm glad he spoke so vigorously." And she said to her husband, "What's wrong with you? Stay there gaping! You're a deaf fool. Mr. Painter, he seems to be listening to you for the first time. When you spoke just now, he remembered every word in his mind. He must not miss a word when he asked him to repeat your words tomorrow." "No, I'm not bullshit," said the painter, who was very proud of his success. "It seems that you think I'm bragging and deceiving; then I'll take you to the exhibition and see if I'm exaggerating at that time; I'm sure you're more elated than I am!" "But we don't think you're exaggerating. We just want you to remember to eat and my husband to remember to eat. Give Mr. Bisch some more Norman Floor Fish. It's already cold on his plate. We're not busy. Don't rush to serve. The salad will come back later. Mrs. Godard had always been cautious and reticent, but when she was inspired by a decent word, she was confident. She felt that this remark would strike a chord, which gave her confidence, and she did it not for herself to be in the limelight, but more to help her husband's career. As soon as Mrs. Vildiran mentioned the word "salad", she seized the opportunity to say, "Is this a Japanese salad?" She turned and whispered to Audrey. Although this remark is implicit, it is obviously related to the play of Dumas Jr., which made a sensation on the latest stage. She was happy to say that it was both appropriate and bold, but also a little embarrassed. She laughed like an innocent little girl, and the laughter was so light, but it was hard to contain it. After a long time, she felt embarrassed. Just stop. "Who is this lady? She's very resourceful, "said Forshville. "No, but if you come together on Friday, we will prepare Japanese salad for you." Mrs. Godard said to Swan, "Sir, maybe you think I'm too rustic. I haven't seen the famous Francion yet. The doctor has seen it. I remember he told me that he had the privilege of seeing it with you. I don't think he had to book another ticket to accompany me. Of course, the evenings in the French theatre are never wasted, and the performances are always wonderful, but we have very good friends (Mrs. Godard seldom mentions specific names, only "our friends" or "one of our friends"), who play a tune and learn the names of those who disdain to mention those immoral people. They have boxes, and they always want to take us to see new plays worth seeing. I believe that sooner or later I will have a chance to see Francion, and then I can put forward my own views. But I have to admit frankly that I'm silly enough. In the salons I've been to, everyone is talking about that unfortunate Japanese salon. Seeing that Swan wasn't as interested in her news as she expected, she added, "Everybody's even getting a little tired of talking. Admittedly, this sometimes leads to some interesting ideas. For example, I have a girlfriend, very beautiful, attractive, famous, but also very strange, she said that she asked her cook to do that kind of Japanese salad; Dumas said in the script what to put aside, she called it put aside. She invited several friends to taste it. I'm not invited. But one day, she told us all that it seemed that the sex ladies were so terrible that they made us laugh with tears of joy. The key, of course, is that you're talking about Coke or not, "she finally said when she saw Swan without a smile. (1) Francion, a play by Dumas Jr. published in 1887. She thought maybe it was because she didn't like Francion so much that she said, "I think I might be disappointed. I don't believe it can match Mrs. De Cressie's adorable Selsch Barnina. But there are still some places to think about; but it's too much to talk about the way of "pulling" on the stage of the French theatre. And Selsch Barnina, like all works by George One, always writes so well. I don't know if you've seen Boss of the Iron Mill. I like it better than Selsch Barnina. "I'm sorry," Swan said sarcastically. "I have to admit frankly that I don't appreciate either of these masterpieces either." "What do you think are the problems with these two works? Wouldn't your opinion change? Are you feeling a little miserable? Really, I always say that fiction and scripts are beyond discussion. Each has its own views. My favorite is that you may find it annoying." The name of Foshville was Swan, which interrupted Mrs. Godard's remarks. Just now, when she talked about Francion in particular, Forshville greatly appreciated the artist's speech in front of Mrs. Vildiran. As soon as the artist had finished speaking, he said to Mrs. Vildiran, "This gentleman has a good eloquence and a good memory! It's rare. Oh, if only I could do that! He can be an excellent missionary. He's quite the same as Mr. Brishow; I can hardly tell if this one is more eloquent than the professor. He's a regular exporter, not so literate. Although some of his words are too common, they are also the fashion nowadays. It's unusual to talk so eloquently. This gentleman reminds me of a partner who served in the regiment together. Talk about anything, such as this cup. He can talk to you for hours. No, no, no, why talk about the cup? Why am I so silly! ______________ Let's talk about the Battle of Waterloo, or whatever it is, and he'll tell you something you can't even think of. By the way, Swan is in a group with me too. He should know him. "How often do you see Mr. Swan?" Mrs. Vildiran said. "No," said Mr. De Forshville. He wanted Swan's favor in order to get closer to Odette, so he had to seize the opportunity to please him and mention his distinguished friends, but to speak as an upper-class person, with a kind tone of discussion, could not seem to congratulate him on such an unexpected success, "Swan said. I have never dealt with you, have I? Besides, who can see him? This fellow spends all day with the Latremeier family, with the prince and wife of Lom, these noble men... The accusation was so bizarre that Swan had hardly gone to any house in the past year except the Vildeland family, but they were silent when they heard the names of the people they did not know. Fearing that the names of these "disgusting fellows", especially when vomited without scruple in front of his faithful followers, would surely make a bad impression on his wife, Mr. Vildiran quickly and quietly gave her a caring and uneasy glance, but only saw a look of disdain on her face. Not to be moved by the news you hear, not only to be dumb but also to pretend to be deaf. When we hear a friend who has done something wrong throw out a few words of excuse in the conversation, we would rather pretend not to hear, rather than appear to hear without refuting, appear to be recognition? When someone mentions in front of us the name of an ungrateful person we taboo hearing, would we rather pretend not to hear it? Mrs. Vildiran, in order to keep her silence from appearing consent, was merely an unconscious silence like an inanimate object, and for a moment there was no sign of anger on her face, or even motionless; her drum head was like a round sculpture, the name of the Ruthermoyers who mingled with Swan. Words can't be drilled in; her wrinkled nose reveals two nostrils, as if made of something. Her slightly open mouth seemed to have something to say. The whole body looks like a wax, a plaster mask, a model for architecture, a bust on display in an industrial exhibition hall - in front of this bust, the audience must stop to see how the sculptor overwhelmed the Latremeier and Prince Lom families and all the world's "hatred" The dignity of the "fellow" was displayed, thus injecting almost the same dignity as that of the Pope into the hard white stone statue. However, marble finally came to life, saying that only those who do not like to pick and choose can go to those people, because the women there are always drunk, men ignorantly read corridor as collidor. "No matter how much money you give me, I won't let anyone like that come to my house," Mrs. Vildiran concluded, staring hard at Swan. The pianist's aunt shouted, "Look! I really don't understand that such people can find someone to chat with them! If I were you, I would be frightened to death. I would be in bad luck! How can anyone be so wild as to follow behind their buttocks? Of course Mrs. Vildiran did not wish Swan would be so obedient to learn from this mindless lady. But he could at least reply like Forshville: "Oh my God! She's a duchess! Some people still value these things; "If so, Mrs. Vildiran could at least answer in this way:" Let's make them shine!" Nevertheless, Swan did not. He just smiled, as if to say that he could not take such a joke seriously. Mr. Vildiran still looked at his wife quietly from time to time, gloomily, and fully understood that she felt the anger of a judge of a religious tribunal when he failed to eliminate heresy, and tried to get Swan to retract his preamble (because one's courage to insist on one's own opinions always seemed to the other to be in the interests of the other). Harmful calculation is always a sign of cowardice. He greeted Swan: "You can tell them what you think of them frankly. We will not tell them." "I'm not afraid of the Duchess at all (if you're talking about the Ratremeier family). I dare say that everyone likes to go to her house. I'm not saying she's a very deep person. (He reads the word'deep'as if it were a funny word, because he still keeps the old habit of making funny remarks in his speech, but because of the new atmosphere in recent life and the love of music, this habit has disappeared for a while. So there's no lack of enthusiasm in expressing her opinions, but to be honest, she's a smart person and her husband is an honest writer. They are both very cute. Mrs. Vildiran thought that she could not maintain the unity of the inner thoughts of the small core by such an unfaithful believer alone; she was so angry at the die-hards who could not see how painful his words made her, that she couldn't help shouting from the bottom of her heart, "It's your business if you look at them like that." But at least don't say it in front of us." "It all depends on what you mean by cleverness," said Forshville, who also wants to show his edge. "Swan, what do you mean by cleverness?" "Right!" Audrey cried out, "I asked him to tell me about these big questions. He just refused." "Where did it come from?" Swan denied it. "That's the way it is!" Odette said. "Do you think that intelligence is the ability to speak and to get into the upper class?" Forshville said. "Eat up your dessert so that you can get rid of your dishes," Mrs. Vildiran said to Saniette prickly in her voice. He was thinking now and stopped his knife and fork. Maybe Mrs. Vildiran was a little embarrassed about her own tone just now, and added, "That's all right. You may use it slowly. I said this to someone else, in order to make a good dish. "That lovely, zheng-free populist, Fenaron, gave a very strange definition of intelligence," Brishaw said with a glance. (1) Fenalon (1651-1715): French essayist whose novel The Adventures of Telmacos reflects the author's condemnation of the tyrant's use of force for the sake of the people. "Listen," Mrs. Vildiran said to Fushville and the doctor, "it's interesting that he's going to tell us Fenaron's definition of intelligence. It's a rare opportunity." Brishaw, however, had to wait for Mr Swan to explain his own definition of intelligence. Swan remained silent, and Mrs. Vildiran's words and speeches, which she had intended to admire in Forshville, were blown away. "You see, it's the same with me," said Audrey, gambling. "I'm glad that he didn't think I was the only one who was qualified to discuss with him." "Mrs. Sevigny, who pretended to be elegant, said that she was glad to meet the Ratremeier family because it was good for her farmers. Madame Vildiran had just said that the Ratremeier family was not their descendant? "Yes, the Marquis has another reason, which in her opinion is more important than the one just mentioned, because she is a copying official in her heart and puts copying first. Mrs. Ratremeier has a wide range of contacts and knowledgeable information. Mrs. Sevigny often sends her daughter diaries about foreign affairs from Mrs. Ratremeier. " No, I don't believe they are a family, "Mrs. Vildiran ventured. Saniette, who had been silent and meditative since he rushed to hand over the dishes full of vegetables to the chief waiter, suddenly laughed and told a story about a meal he had had had with Prince Ruthermoyer and found that the Duke did not know that George Sonn was a woman's pen name. Swan was fond of Saniette and thought it was impossible for him to give him some information about the Duke's cultural accomplishment that the Duke would be so ignorant; but when he said it, he stopped. He understood that Saniette did not need these proofs, and he knew that the story was not true. Truth, he just made it up. The good old man had been suffering from being regarded as a dull man by the Vildirans; he realized that he was more boring than usual that night, so he didn't want to laugh all night. He soon surrendered, looking frustrated that he had not achieved the desired results, and finally pleaded with Swan not to go on with the unnecessary refutation: "Okay, okay; anyway, even if I'm wrong, it's not a crime." That tone was so weak and pitiful that Swan would hate to say what he said. The story is both true and interesting. The doctor listened to the two of them all the time, thinking that this was the chance to say Senonevero, but he was not sure about the meaning of the idiom, and he was afraid of making a mistake and showing off his ugliness. Senonevero, ebenetrovato, Italian idiom means that even if it is not true, it is at least coincidental. After dinner, Forshville took the initiative to approach the doctor: "Mrs. Vildiran is still growing well, and besides, it's enough for me to talk to this woman. Of course, she's starting to get a little older. What about Mrs. Cod Cressie, the little girl is very smart; ha, you can see at a glance that she is as smart as the Americans. We're talking about Mrs. De Cressie, "the last sentence was addressed to Mr. Vildiran, who was coming with a pipe in his mouth." I think, as far as women are concerned..." "I really want to see her in bed," Godard quickly interposed. He had been waiting for Forshville to catch a breath so that he could get into this long-standing joke for fear that he might miss a good chance by turning the subject around. When he said this, he deliberately took a tune to cover up his lack of emotion and emotional excitement when he usually recited other people's sentences. Forshville knew this joke and immediately understood what Godard meant and felt very happy. Mr. Vildiran was also overjoyed. Not long ago, he found a way to express his joy, which was different from his wife's, but equally simple and clear. He shrugged his shoulders and immediately coughed as if he had choked the pipe because he laughed too hard. He continued to hold his pipe in the corner of his mouth, keeping the pretended suffocation and laughter alive indefinitely. In this way, he and Mrs. Vildiran (who was listening to a story from the artist opposite at the moment, closing her eyes and covering her face with her hands) were like two masks on the stage, expressing happiness in different ways. Mr. Vildiran was right not to take his pipe out of his mouth, for Godard had to go out conveniently, whispered that he had learned it not long ago, but every time he went to the same place he had to tell the joke: "I have to go and talk to the Duke of Omar," which caused Mr. Vildiran's cough again. Come out. Duke of Omar (1822-1897): Four sons of King Louis Philip of France, general and historian, have made meritorious contributions in the colonial war in Algeria. Their origin is unknown. "Take off your pipe, you'll choke you to death if you don't laugh so hard," Mrs. Verdiland said to him. She's coming to pour wine for everyone at the moment. "Your husband is so charming, he's so smart," Foshville said to Mrs. Godard. "Thank you, Mrs. Godard. A soldier like me would not refuse a drink." "Mr. de Forshville thinks Audrey is cute," said Mr. Vildiran to his wife. "She's thinking of having lunch with you some day. Let's arrange, but don't let Swan know. He'll splash cold water. Of course, although you come to dinner, we hope to see you often. The good season is coming, so we can eat out often. Don't you hate going to Bronilin for dinner? Okay, okay, that's great!" Again she shouted to the young pianist, "Don't you do any work tonight?" This is to show not only her wisdom and intelligence, but also her prestige of calling and drinking to and fro followers in front of such an important person as Forshville. "Mr. de Forshville said something bad about you just now," Mrs. Godard said to her husband when he returned to the living room. From the beginning of dinner until now, he had been thinking about the noble origin of Forshville, when he said to him: "I am now treating a baroness, Baroness Putbuss; the Putbuss family had participated in the Crusade, had not they?" They have a lake in Pomerani, ten times larger than Concorde Square. The Baroness is suffering from arthritis. She is a lovely woman. I think she also knows Mrs. Vildiran." After a while, when Fushville was alone with Mrs. Godard, he continued to comment on her husband: "He's such an interesting man, you can see, he has a lot of friends. Boy, the doctor knows a lot! " "I'll play the phrase of the Sonata for Mr. Swan," said the pianist. "Ah! My god! Isn't it the Sonata Snake? Asked Forshville, intent on attracting attention. Dr. Godard had never heard such a word game with homophonic characters. He did not understand what it meant. He thought it was Mr. Forshville who had made a mistake. He hurried up to him to correct the mistake. "No, there's no songsnake, only rattlesnake," he said enthusiastically and triumphantly. (1) The sonator is Serpent Sonate and the rattlesnake is serpent sonnettes in the original text. Forshville explained to him the origin of the word game. The doctor blushed. "You should admit it's funny, Doctor?" "Ah! I knew that long ago, "Godard answered. They stopped talking. At that moment, accompanied by a tremor two octaves above the violin, the phrase appeared - it was like in the mountains, people were dizzy, as if it were the back of a stagnant waterfall, and saw the tiny figure of a lonely woman walking under two hundred feet. In that transparent, continuous, high and surging background, this phrase comes from distant places, beautiful and incomparable. Swan was whispering to the phrase, as if it were a lover of his love and a friend of Odette's, to tell him that he did not have to take this Forshville to heart. "Ah! "You're late," Mrs. Verlandi said to a disciple who was invited to pick his teeth only after dinner. "There's a Mr. Brishaw here just now. That eloquence is incomparable! It's a pity that he's gone. You say yes, Mr. Swan? I think this is the first time you have met him. She said this in order to remind Swan that the reason why he got to know him was because of her relationship. We Brishaw are so cute, aren't we? Swan bowed politely. Lady Camellia "No? Are you not interested in him? Mrs. Verdiland asked him coldly. "No, madam, it's very interesting. I'm very happy. But he may be a little too arbitrary, maybe a little too hip-hopping, not to my taste. I wish he could be modest and elegant sometimes, but it can be seen that he knows a lot and looks good. The party ended late. Godard said to his wife, "It's rare to see Mrs. Vildiran as cheerful as she is tonight." "What on earth is this Mrs. Vildiran? Outside the gold and jade, among which is the ruin? Forshville asked the painter to take him back in his car. Audrey watched Foshville leave with regret. She dared not go back with Swan, but she was very unhappy on the bus. When he asked her if he should come in, she said, "Of course," but shrugged her shoulders impatiently. When all the guests were gone, Mrs. Verdiland asked her husband: "Did you notice Swan laughing foolishly when we mentioned Mrs. Ratremeier?" She noticed that Swan and Foshville had omitted the word "de" several times when they mentioned the name. She had no doubt that they were trying to show that she did not fall under the title. She herself wanted to emulate their reserve, but she was not sure what grammatical form to express her feelings. As a result, her wrong language habits prevailed over her anti-feudal republicanism. Sometimes she said lesde La Tremoille. Sometimes she learned how singers or cartoonists in cafes wrote descriptions to cartoons. She omitted the word de and said lesd'La Tremoille, but later she said Ma. To correct the above, or to say "Mrs. Ratremeier". She added sarcastically, "Swan likes to call her Duchess." The smile on her face showed that she was merely repeating Swan's words and did not admit the childish and ridiculous title. The last one returns to the next one in the catalogue