当我真正开始爱自己
A Conversation with a Cat
H.Belloc
The other day I went into the bar of a railway station and, taking a glass of bear, I sat down at a little table by mylf to meditate upon the necessary but tragic isolation of the human soul. I began my meditation by consoling mylf with the truth that something in common runs through all nature, but I went on to consider that this cut no ice, and that the heart needed something more. I might by long rearch have discovered some third term a little less hackneyed than the two, when fate, or some fostering star, nt me a tawny silky, long-haired cat.
If it be true that nations have the cats they derve, then the English people derve well in cats, for there are none so prosperous or so friendly in the world. But even for an English cat this cat was exceptionally friendly and fine----especially friendly. It leapt at one graceful bound into my lap, nestled there, put out an engaging right front paw to touch my arm with a pretty timidity by way of introduction, rolled up at me an eye of bright but innocent affectio
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No man could be timid after such an approach as not to make some manner of respon. So did I. I even took the liberty of stroking Amathea (for by that name did I receive this vision), and thought I began this gesture in a respectful fashion, after the best models of polite deportment with strangers, I was soon lending it some warmth, for I was touched to find that I had a friend; yes, even here, at the ends of the tubes in S.W. 99. I proceeded (as is right) from caress to speech, and said, "Amathea, most beautiful of cats, why have you deigned to single me out for so much favor? Did you recognize in me a friend to all that breathes, or were you yourlf suffering form loneliness (though I take it you are near your own dear home), or is there pity in the hearts of animals as there is in the hearts of some humans? What, then, was your motive? Or am I, indeed, foolish to ask, and not rather to take whatever good comes to me in whatever way form the gods?"
To the questions Amathea answered with a loud purring noi, expressing with clod eyes of ecstasy her delight in the encounter.
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"I am more than flattered, Amathea," said I, by way of answer; "I am consoled. I did not know that there was in the world anything breathing and moving, let alone so tawny-perfect, who would give companionship for its own sake and ek out, through deep feeling, some one companion out of all living kind. If you do not address me in words I know the reason and I commend it; for in words lie the eds of all disnsion, and love at its most profound is silent. At least, I read that in a book, Amathea; yes, only the other day. But I confess that the book told me nothing of tho gestures which are better than words, or of that caress which I continue to bestow upon you with all the gratitude of my poor heart."
To this Amathea made a slight gesture of acknowledgement----not disdainful----wagging her head a little, and then ttling it down in deep content.
"Oh, beautiful-haired Amathea, many have praid you before you found me to prai you, and many will prai you, some in your own tongue, when I am no longer held in the bonds of your prence. But none will prai you more sincerely. For there is not a man li
ving who knows better than I that the four charms of a cat lie in its clod eyes, its long and lovely hair, its silence, and even its affected love."
But at the word affected Amathea raid her head, looked up at me tenderly, once more put forth her paw to touch my arm, and then ttled down again to a purring beatitude.
"You are cure," said I sadly;" mortality is not before you. There is in your complacency no foreknowledge of death nor even of paration. And for that reason, Cat, I welcome you the more. For if there has been given to your kind this repo in common living, why, then, we men also may find it by following your example and not considering too much what may be to come and not remembering too much what has been and will never return. Also, I thank you, for this, Amathea, my sweet Euplokamos" (for I was becoming a little familiar through an acquaintance of a full five minutes and from the abnce of all recalcitrance), "that you have reminded me of my youth, and in a sort of shadowy way, a momentary way, have restored it to me. For there is an age, a blesd youthful age (O my Cat) even with the mirable race of men, when all things are consonant with the life
of the body, when sleep is regular and long and deep, when enmities are either unknown or a subject for rejoicing and when the whole of being is lapped in hope as you are now lapped on my lap, Amathea. Yes, we also, we of the doomed race, know peace. But whereas you posss it from blind kittenhood to that last dark day so mercifully short with you, we grasp it only for a very little while. But I would not sadden you by the mortal plaint. That would be treason indeed, and a vile return for your goodness. What! When you have chon me out of ven London millions upon whom to confer the tender solace of heart, when you have proclaimed yourlf so suddenly to be my dear, shall I introduce you to the sufferings of tho of whom you know nothing save that they feed you, hou you and pass you by? At least you do not take us for gods, as do the dogs, and the more am I humbly beholden to you for this little rvice of recognition----and something more."
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零花钱花Amathea slowly raid herlf upon her four feet, arched her back, yawned, looked up at me with a smile sweeter than ever and then went round and round, preparing for herlf a new couch upon my coat, where on she ttled and began once more to purr in ttled
ecstasy.
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Already had I made sure that a rooted and anchored affection had come to me from out the emptiness and nothingness of the world and was to feed my soul henceforward; already had I changed the mood of long years and felt a conversion towards the life of things, an appreciation, a cousinship with the created light----and all that through one new link of loving kindness----when whatever it is that dashes the cup of bliss from the lips of mortal man (Tupper) up and dashed it good and hard. It was the Ancient Enemy who put the fatal ntence into my heart, for we are the playthings of the greater powers, and surely some of them are evil.魔芋怎样做才好吃
