笑。

五
所有的艺术 皆为带着镣铐的舞蹈。

六
The Literature of Knowledge and The Literature of Power
Thomas De Quincey
What is Literature?
There is, first, the Literature of Kowledge; and, secondly, the Literature of Power. The function of the first is — to teach; the function of the second is — to move: the first is a rudder; the second, an oar or a sail.
what you owe is power — that is, exercise and expansion to your own latent capacity of sympathy with the infinite, where every pulse and each separate influx is a step upwards, a step ascending as upon a Jacob's ladder from earth to mysterious altitudes above the earth. All the steps of knowledge, from first to last, carry you further on the same plane, but could never raise you one foot above your ancient level of earth: whereas the very first step in power is a flight — is an ascending movement into another element where earth is forgotten.
It is certain that, were it not for the Literature of Power, these ideals would often remain amongst us as mere arid notional forms; whereas, by the creative forces of man put forth in literature, they gain a vernal life of restoration, and germinate into vital activities.
Human works of immortal beauty and works of nature in one respect stand on the same footing; they never absolutely repeat each other, never approach so near as not to differ; and they differ not as better and worse, or simply by more and less: they differ by undecipherable and incommunicable differences, that cannot be caught by mimicries, that cannot be reflected in the mirror of copies, that cannot become ponderable in the scales of vulgar comparison.
And of this let every one be assured — that he owes to the impassioned books which he has read many a thousand more of emotions than he can consciously trace back to them. Dim by their origination, these emotions yet arise in him, and mould him through life, like forgotten incidents of his childhood.
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// Literature of Power
文学中的力量萌发了人类的春天。没有任何一种语言如此动听、广博和深厚了。它们不能复制，不能模仿，不能比较。它们是人类的生命之光，欲望之火。
而你不必思考读书的意义，因为它不是一个目的。好像你不必忧愁那通往天堂的阶梯，因为它在你脚下，而你正在路上。
附言：德 昆西真是才子。这样复杂却不凌乱，优美得不带人间烟火之气的文章 让人沉浸其中 不能自拔。

前赤壁赋
　　壬戌之秋，七月既望，苏子与客泛舟游于赤壁之下。清风徐来，水波不兴。举酒属客，诵明月之诗，歌窈窕之章。少焉，月出于东山之上，徘徊于斗牛之间。白露横江，水光接天。纵一苇之所如，凌万顷之茫然。浩浩乎如冯虚御风，而不知其所止；飘飘乎如遗世独立，羽化而登仙。
　　于是饮酒乐甚，扣舷而歌之。歌曰：“桂棹兮兰桨，击空明兮溯流光。渺渺兮予怀，望美人兮天一方。”客有吹洞萧者，倚歌而和之，其声呜呜然：如怨如慕，如泣如诉；余音袅袅，不绝如缕；舞幽壑之潜蛟，泣孤舟之嫠妇。
　　苏子愀然，正襟危坐，而问客曰：“何为其然也？”客曰：“月明星稀，乌鹊南飞，此非曹孟德之诗乎？西望夏口，东望武昌。山川相缪，郁乎苍苍；此非孟德之困于周郎者乎？方其破荆州，下江陵，顺流而东也，舳舻千里，旌旗蔽空，酾酒临江，横槊赋诗；固一世之雄也，而今安在哉？况吾与子，渔樵于江渚之上，侣鱼虾而友糜鹿，驾一叶之扁舟，举匏樽以相属；寄蜉蝣与天地，渺沧海之一粟。哀吾生之须臾，羡长江之无穷；挟飞仙以遨游，抱明月而长终；知不可乎骤得，托遗响于悲风。”
　　苏子曰：“客亦知夫水与月乎？逝者如斯，而未尝往也；盈虚者如彼，而卒莫消长也。盖将自其变者而观之，而天地曾不能一瞬；自其不变者而观之，则物于我皆无尽也。而又何羡乎？且夫天地之间，物各有主。苟非吾之所有，虽一毫而莫取。惟江上之清风，与山间之明月，耳得之而为声，目遇之而成色。取之无禁，用之不竭。是造物者之无尽藏也，而吾与子之所共适。”
　　客喜而笑，洗盏更酌，肴核既尽，杯盘狼藉。相与枕藉乎舟中，不知东方之既白。
后赤壁赋
　　是岁十月之望，步自雪堂，将归于临皋。二客从予过黄泥之坂。霜露既降，木叶尽脱，人影在地，仰见明月，顾而乐之，行歌相答。已而叹曰：“有客无酒，有酒无肴，月白风清，如此良夜何！”客曰：“今者薄暮，举网得鱼，巨口细鳞，状如松江之鲈。顾安所得酒乎？”归而谋诸妇。妇曰：“我有斗酒，藏之久矣，以待子不时之需。”于是携酒与鱼，复游于赤壁之下。江流有声，断岸千尺；山高月小，水落石出。曾日月之几何，而江山不可复识矣。予乃摄衣而上，履巉岩，披蒙茸，踞虎豹，登虬龙，攀栖鹘之危巢，俯冯夷之幽宫。盖二客不能从焉。划然长啸，草木震动，山鸣谷应，风起水涌。予亦悄然而悲，肃然而恐，凛乎其不可留也。反而登舟，放乎中流，听其所止而休焉。时夜将半，四顾寂寥。适有孤鹤，横江东来。翅如车轮，玄裳缟衣，戛然长鸣，掠予舟而西也。
　　须臾客去，予亦就睡。梦一道士，羽衣蹁跹，过临皋之下，揖予而言曰：“赤壁之游乐乎？”问其姓名，俯而不答。“呜呼！噫嘻！我知之矣。畴昔之夜，飞鸣而过我者，非子也邪？”道士顾笑，予亦惊寤。开户视之，不见其处。
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不能更美。恍若幻境的文字像是仙女口中让人着迷的咒语，听得似乎泉水叮咚，殊不知自己已被魔法困住，不能自持。
不摘抄的原因是没有一句话一个词语能让我舍弃。能不能再上一次语文课，这一次，老师你可不可以不要放PPT，不要解析虚词的用法，不要抽查默写字词。这一次，让我真实地感受到文章的美。

八
喜剧演员对人生澄澈清明、冷静现实的态度恐怕无人能及。没经历过的人也许无法理解一部剧集和一个虚构人物为什么让我们花费那么多时间、金钱和心血去热爱，只有我们知道它们拯救了我们，我们不敢示人的温柔和疯狂由它们安置。它们是我们造的梦，也造了我们的人生。
—— Simon Pegg
九
我一辈子都喜欢跟着让我有感觉有兴趣的人，因为在我心目中，真正的人都是疯疯癫癫的，他们热爱生活，爱聊天，不露锋芒，希望拥有一切，他们从不疲倦，从不讲些平凡的东西，而是像奇妙的黄色罗马烟火那样不停地喷发火球，火花。
——凯鲁亚克《在路上》
十
牡丹初放安排谢，朋友刚交准备别。人生一世半痴呆，如梦蝶，不觉夕阳西斜。