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13:1 [hgb] 智 慧 子 听 父 亲 的 教 训 。 亵 慢 人 不 听 责 备 。 [kjv] A wise son heareth his father's instruction: but a scorner heareth not rebuke. [bbe] A wise son is a lover of teaching, but the ears of the haters of authority are shut to sharp words. 13:2 [hgb] 人 因 口 所 结 的 果 子 ， 必 享 美 福 。 奸 诈 人 必 遭 强 暴 。 [kjv] A man shall eat good by the fruit of his mouth: but the soul of the transgressors shall eat violence. [bbe] A man will get good from the fruit of his lips, but the desire of the false is for violent acts. 13:3 [hgb] 谨 守 口 的 ， 得 保 生 命 。 大 张 嘴 的 ， 必 致 败 亡 。 [kjv] He that keepeth his mouth keepeth his life: but he that openeth wide his lips shall have destruction. [bbe] He who keeps a watch on his mouth keeps his life; but he whose lips are open wide will have destruction. 13:4 [hgb] 懒 惰 人 羡 慕 ， 却 无 所 得 。 殷 勤 人 必 得 丰 裕 。 [kjv] The soul of the sluggard desireth, and hath nothing: but the soul of the diligent shall be made fat. [bbe] The hater of work does not get his desires, but the soul of the hard workers will be made fat. 13:5 [hgb] 义 人 恨 恶 谎 言 。 恶 人 有 臭 名 ， 且 致 惭 愧 。 [kjv] A righteous man hateth lying: but a wicked man is loathsome, and cometh to shame. [bbe] The upright man is a hater of false words: the evil-doer gets a bad name and is put to shame. 13:6 [hgb] 行 为 正 直 的 ， 有 公 义 保 守 。 犯 罪 的 被 邪 恶 倾 覆 。 [kjv] Righteousness keepeth him that is upright in the way: but wickedness overthroweth the sinner. [bbe] Righteousness keeps safe him whose way is without error, but evil-doers are overturned by sin. 13:7 [hgb] 假 作 富 足 的 ， 却 一 无 所 有 。 装 作 穷 乏 的 ， 却 广 有 财 物 。 [kjv] There is that maketh himself rich, yet hath nothing: there is that maketh himself poor, yet hath great riches. [bbe] A man may be acting as if he had wealth, but have nothing; another may seem poor, but have great wealth. 13:8 [hgb] 人 的 赀 财 ， 是 他 生 命 的 赎 价 。 穷 乏 人 却 听 不 见 威 吓 的 话 。 [kjv] The ransom of a man's life are his riches: but the poor heareth not rebuke. [bbe] A man will give his wealth in exchange for his life; but the poor will not give ear to sharp words. 13:9 [hgb] 义 人 的 光 明 亮 。 （ 明 亮 原 文 作 欢 喜 ） 恶 人 的 灯 要 熄 灭 。 [kjv] The light of the righteous rejoiceth: but the lamp of the wicked shall be put out. [bbe] There is a glad dawn for the upright man, but the light of the sinner will be put out. 13:10 [hgb] 骄 傲 只 启 争 竞 。 听 劝 言 的 ， 却 有 智 慧 。 [kjv] Only by pride cometh contention: but with the well advised is wisdom. [bbe] The only effect of pride is fighting; but wisdom is with the quiet in spirit. 13:11 [hgb] 不 劳 而 得 之 财 ， 必 然 消 耗 。 勤 劳 积 蓄 的 ， 必 见 加 增 。 [kjv] Wealth gotten by vanity shall be diminished: but he that gathereth by labour shall increase. [bbe] Wealth quickly got will become less; but he who gets a store by the work of his hands will have it increased. 13:12 [hgb] 所 盼 望 的 迟 延 未 得 ， 令 人 心 忧 。 所 愿 意 的 临 到 ， 却 是 生 命 树 。 [kjv] Hope deferred maketh the heart sick: but when the desire cometh, it is a tree of life. [bbe] Hope put off is a weariness to the heart; but when what is desired comes, it is a tree of life. 13:13 [hgb] 藐 视 训 言 的 ， 自 取 灭 亡 。 敬 畏 诫 命 的 ， 必 得 善 报 。 [kjv] Whoso despiseth the word shall be destroyed: but he that feareth the commandment shall be rewarded. [bbe] He who makes sport of the word will come to destruction, but the respecter of the law will be rewarded. 13:14 [hgb] 智 慧 人 的 法 则 ， （ 或 作 指 教 ） 是 生 命 的 泉 源 ， 可 以 使 人 离 开 死 亡 的 网 罗 。 [kjv] The law of the wise is a fountain of life, to depart from the snares of death. [bbe] The teaching of the wise is a fountain of life, turning men away from the nets of death. 13:15 [hgb] 美 好 的 聪 明 ， 使 人 蒙 恩 。 奸 诈 人 的 道 路 ， 崎 岖 难 行 。 [kjv] Good understanding giveth favour: but the way of transgressors is hard. [bbe] Wise behaviour gets approval, but the way of the false is their destruction. 13:16 [hgb] 凡 通 达 人 都 凭 知 识 行 事 。 愚 昧 人 张 扬 自 己 的 愚 昧 。 [kjv] Every prudent man dealeth with knowledge: but a fool layeth open his folly. [bbe] A sharp man does everything with knowledge, but a foolish man makes clear his foolish thoughts. 13:17 [hgb] 奸 恶 的 使 者 ， 必 陷 在 祸 患 里 。 忠 信 的 使 臣 ， 乃 医 人 的 良 药 。 [kjv] A wicked messenger falleth into mischief: but a faithful ambassador is health. [bbe] A man taking false news is a cause of trouble, but he who gives news rightly makes things well. 13:18 [hgb] 弃 绝 管 教 的 ， 必 致 贫 受 辱 。 领 受 责 备 的 ， 必 得 尊 荣 。 [kjv] Poverty and shame shall be to him that refuseth instruction: but he that regardeth reproof shall be honoured. [bbe] Need and shame will be the fate of him who is uncontrolled by training; but he who takes note of teaching will be honoured. 13:19 [hgb] 所 欲 的 成 就 ， 心 觉 甘 甜 。 远 离 恶 事 ， 为 愚 昧 人 所 憎 恶 。 [kjv] The desire accomplished is sweet to the soul: but it is abomination to fools to depart from evil. [bbe] To get one's desire is sweet to the soul, but to give up evil is disgusting to the foolish. 13:20 [hgb] 与 智 慧 人 同 行 的 ， 必 得 智 慧 。 和 愚 昧 人 作 伴 的 ， 必 受 亏 损 。 [kjv] He that walketh with wise men shall be wise: but a companion of fools shall be destroyed. [bbe] Go with wise men and be wise: but he who keeps company with the foolish will be broken. 13:21 [hgb] 祸 患 追 赶 罪 人 。 义 人 必 得 善 报 。 [kjv] Evil pursueth sinners: but to the righteous good shall be repayed. [bbe] Evil will overtake sinners, but the upright will be rewarded with good. 13:22 [hgb] 善 人 给 子 孙 遗 留 产 业 。 罪 人 为 义 人 积 存 赀 财 。 [kjv] A good man leaveth an inheritance to his children's children: and the wealth of the sinner is laid up for the just. [bbe] The heritage of the good man is handed down to his children's children; and the wealth of the sinner is stored up for the upright man. 13:23 [hgb] 穷 人 耕 种 多 得 粮 食 ， 但 因 不 义 有 消 灭 的 。 [kjv] Much food is in the tillage of the poor: but there is that is destroyed for want of judgment. [bbe] There is much food in the ploughed land of the poor; but it is taken away by wrongdoing. 13:24 [hgb] 不 忍 用 杖 打 儿 子 的 ， 是 恨 恶 他 。 疼 爱 儿 子 的 ， 随 时 管 教 。 [kjv] He that spareth his rod hateth his son: but he that loveth him chasteneth him betimes. [bbe] He who keeps back his rod is unkind to his son: the loving father gives punishment with care. 13:25 [hgb] 义 人 吃 得 饱 足 。 恶 人 肚 腹 缺 粮 。 [kjv] The righteous eateth to the satisfying of his soul: but the belly of the wicked shall want. [bbe] The upright man has food to the full measure of his desire, but there will be no food for the stomach of evil-doers.
Mike nearly dropped the receiver.
Jack had not only calculated the first revolution of his brain so prudently as to give rise to that epidemic sect of AEolists, but succeeding also into a new and strange variety of conceptions, the fruitfulness of his imagination led him into certain notions which, although in appearance very unaccountable, were not without their mysteries and their meanings, nor wanted followers to countenance and improve them. I shall therefore be extremely careful and exact in recounting such material passages of this nature as I have been able to collect either from undoubted tradition or indefatigable reading, and shall describe them as graphically as it is possible, and as far as notions of that height and latitude can be brought within the compass of a pen. Nor do I at all question but they will furnish plenty of noble matter for such whose converting imaginations dispose them to reduce all things into types, who can make shadows — no thanks to the sun — and then mould them into substances — no thanks to philosophy — whose peculiar talent lies in fixing tropes and allegories to the letter, and refining what is literal into figure and mystery.
A rock provides what I call deep shade; so does a bank early in themorning or late in the afternoon. Sometimes even the shade of abush is appreciated, or that of a haystack. Man-made things provideshade too. Buildings, of course, and even signs which disfigure thelandscape do provide shade. So do bridges, providing shelter fromthe rain as well. Of course, one can wear a hat or carry an umbrella.
A slight cloud passed over the actress’s face, and she replied constrainedly:
“Bah!” said Poirot brutally. “She has a magnificent advertisement. That is all she cares for, that one! Now the other, she is different. Bonne mère, très femme!”
"This is the lady?"
And it was a near thing that he did not take her in his arms, but he remembered his pledged word, and drew aback from her in terror, whereas he had an inkling of why she would not suffer it; and he wept with her.
In the middle of the night she remembered that she had forgotten to write her regular letter to her husband; and she decided to do so next day and tell him about her afternoon at the Jockey Club. She lay wide awake composing a letter which was nothing like the one which she wrote next day. When the maid awoke her in the morning Edna was dreaming of Mr. Highcamp playing the piano at the entrance of a music store on Canal Street, while his wife was saying to Alcee Arobin, as they boarded an Esplanade Street car:
1.He found, to his surprise, that he actually gleaned pleasure from practicing orderliness. I guess I got old Fritz's blood in me, after all, he thought once in amusement.
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During these three years the life of Honore de Balzac had been extremely laborious. He faithfully attended the law school courses and copied legal and notarial documents. Yet all this did not prevent him from satisfying his literary tastes by attending the lectures given at the Sorbonne by Villemain, Guizot and Cousin. Nor had he given up his ambition to write and to become a great man, as he had predicted to his sisters, Laure and Laurence. Mme de Balzac, severe mother that she was, had regulated the employment of his time in such a way that he could never be at liberty. His bed-chamber adjoined his father’s study, and he was required to go to bed at nine o’clock and rise at five, under such strict surveillance that he could later write, in The Magic Skin, “Up to the age of twenty-one I was bent beneath the yoke of a despotism as cold as that of a monastic order.” In the evening, after dinner, he rendered an account of his day, and was then permitted to take a hand at Boston or whist, at the card-table of his grandmother Mme. Sallambier. The latter, sympathising with her grandson, who was so strictly limited in money that he hardly had, from day to day, two crowns that he could call his own, allowed herself to be beaten to the extent of moderate sums, which Honore afterwards spent in the purchase of new books.
B with her mother, arguing in a taxi in front of Takashimaya. N enjoying a joint on the steps of the Met. C buying new school shoes at Barneys. And a familiar, tall, eerily beautiful blond girl emerging from a New Haven line train in Grand Central Station. Approximate age, seventeen. Could it be? S is back?! THE GIRL WHO LEAVES FOR BOARDING SCHOOL, GETS KICKED OUT, AND COMES BACK Yes, S is back from boarding school. Her hair is longer, paler. Her blue eyes have that deep mysteriousness of kept secrets. She is wearing the same old fabulous clothes, now in rags from fending off New England storms. This morning S's laughter echoed off the steps of the Met, where we will no longer be able to enjoy a quick smoke and a cappuccino without seeing her waving to us from her parents' apartment across the street. She has picked up the habit of biting her fingernails, which makes us wonder about her even more, and while we are all dying to ask her why she got kicked out of boarding school, we won't, because we'd really rather she had stayed away. But S is definitely here. Just to be safe, we should all synchronize our watches. If we aren't careful, S is going to win over our teachers, wear that dress we couldn't fit into, eat the last olive, have sex in our parents' beds, spill Campari on our rugs, steal our brothers' and our boyfriends' hearts, and basically ruin our lives and piss us all off in a major way. I'll be watching closely. I'll be watching all of us. It's going to be a wild and wicked year. I can smell it. Love, like most juicy stories, it started at a party “I watched Nickelodeon all morning in my room so I wouldn't have to eat breakfast with them,” Blair Waldorf told her two best friends and Constance Billard School classmates, Kati Farkas and Isabel Coates. “My mother cooked him an omelet. I didn't even know she knew how to use the stove.” Blair tucked her long, dark brown hair behind her ears and swigged her mother's fine vintage scotch from the crystal tumbler in her hand. She was already on her second glass. “What shows did you watch?” Isabel asked, removing a stray strand of hair from Blair's black cashmere cardigan. “Who cares?” Blair said, stamping her foot. She was wearing her new black ballet flats. Very bow-tie proper preppy, which she could get away with because she could change her mind in an instant and put on her trashy, pointed, knee-high boots and that sexy metallic skirt her mother hated. Poof-rock star sex kitten. Meow. “The point is, I was trapped in my room all morning because they were busy having a gross romantic breakfast in their matching red silk bathrobes. They didn't even take showers.” Blair took another gulp of her drink. The only way to tolerate the thought of her mother sleeping with that man was to get drunk-very drunk. Luckily Blair and her friends came from the kind of families for whom drinking was as commonplace as blowing your nose. Their parents believed in the quasi-European idea that the more access kids have to alcohol, the less likely they are to abuse it. So Blair and her friends could drink whatever they wanted, whenever they wanted, as long as they maintained their grades and their looks and didn't embarrass themselves or the family by puking in public, pissing their pants, or ranting in the streets. The same thing went for everything else, like sex or drugs-as long as you kept up appearances, you were all right. But keep your panties on. That's coming later. The man Blair was so upset about was Cyrus Rose, her mother's new boyfriend. At that very moment Cyrus Rose was standing on the other side of the living room, greeting the dinner guests. He looked like someone who might help you pick out shoes at Saks-bald, except for a small, bushy mustache, his fat stomach barely hidden in a shiny blue double-breasted suit. He jingled the change in his pocket incessantly, and when he took his jacket off, there were big, nasty sweat marks on his underarms. He had a loud laugh and was very sweet to Blair's mother. But he wasn't Blair's father. Last year Blair's father ran off to France with another man. No kidding. They live in a chateau and run a vineyard together. Which is actually pretty cool if you think about it. Of course none of that was Cyrus Rose's fault, but that didn't matter to Blair. As far as Blair was concerned, Cyrus Rose was a completely annoying, fat, loser. But tonight Blair was going to have to tolerate Cyrus Rose, because the dinner party her mother was giving was in his honor, and all the Waldorfs' family friends were there to meet him: the Bass family and their sons Chuck and Donald; Mr. Farkas and his daughter, Kati; the well-known actor Arthur Coates, his wife Titi, and their daughters, Isabel, Regina, and Camilla; Captain and Mrs. Archibald and their son Nate. The only ones still missing were Mr. and Mrs. van der Woodsen whose teenage daughter, Serena, and son, Erik, were both away at school. Blair's mother was famous for her dinner parties, and this was her first since her infamous divorce. The Waldorf penthouse had been expensively redecorated that summer in deep reds and chocolate browns, and it was full of antiques and artwork that would have impressed anyone who knew anything about art. In the center of the dining room table was an enormous silver bowl full of white orchids, pussy willows, and chestnut tree branches-a modern ensemble from Takashimaya, the Fifth Avenue luxury goods store. Gold-leafed place cards lay on every porcelain plate. In the kitchen, Myrtle the cook was singing Bob Marley songs to the soufflé, and the sloppy Irish maid, Esther, hadn't poured scotch down anyone's dress yet, thank God. Blair was the one getting sloppy. And if Cyrus Rose didn't stop harassing Nate, her boyfriend, she was going to have to go over there and spill her scotch all over his tacky Italian loafers. “You and Blair have been going out a long time, am I right?” Cyrus said, punching Nate in the arm. He was trying to get the kid to loosen up a little. All these Upper East Side kids were way too uptight. That's what he thinks. Give them time. “You sleep with her yet?” Cyrus asked. Nate turned redder than the upholstery on the eighteenth-century French chaise next to him. “Well, we've known each other practically since we were born,” he stuttered. “But we've only been going out for like, a year. We don't want to ruin it by, you know, rushing, before we're ready?” Nate was just spitting back the line that Blair always gave him when he asked her if she was ready to do it or not. But he was talking to his girlfriend's mother's boyfriend. What was he supposed to say, “Dude, if I had my way we'd be doing it right now”? “Absolutely,” Cyrus Rose said. He clasped Nate's shoulder with a fleshy hand. Around his wrist was one of those gold Cartier cuff bracelets that you screw on and never take off-very popular in the 1980s and not so popular now, unless you've actually bought into that whole '80s revival thing. Hello? “Let me give you some advice,” Cyrus told Nate, as if Nate had a choice. “Don't listen to a word that girl says. Girls like surprises. They want you to keep things interesting. You know what I mean?” Nate nodded, frowning. He tried to remember the last time he'd surprised Blair. The only thing that came to mind was the time he'd brought her an ice cream cone when he picked her up at her tennis lesson. That was over a month ago, and it was a pretty lame surprise by any standard. At this rate, he and Blair might never have sex. Nate was one of those boys you look at and while you're looking at them, you know they're thinking, that girl can't take her eyes off me because I'm so hot. Although he didn't act at all conceited about it. He couldn't help looking hot, he was just born that way. Poor guy. That night Nate was wearing the moss-green cashmere V-neck sweater Blair had given him last Easter, when her father had taken them skiing in Sun Valley for a week. Secretly, Blair had sewn a tiny gold heart pendant onto the inside of one of the sweater's sleeves, so that Nate would always be wearing her heart on his sleeve.
“I will not stop to thank you,” he said, with a curious joy in his voice, “for the great good for the world you have actually wrought. All that I think of that I have said to you a moment ago, even when I thought that your voice was the voice of a derisive omnipotence, its laughter older than the winds of heaven. But let me say what is immediate and true. You and I, Auberon Quin, have both of us throughout our lives been again and again called mad. And we are mad. We are mad, because we are not two men, but one man. We are mad, because we are two lobes of the same brain, and that brain has been cloven in two. And if you ask for the proof of it, it is not hard to find. It is not merely that you, the humorist, have been in these dark days stripped of the joy of gravity. It is not merely that I, the fanatic, have had to grope without humour. It is that, though we seem to be opposite in everything, we have been opposite like man and woman, aiming at the same moment at the same practical thing. We are the father and the mother of the Charter of the Cities.”
He rather liked the way the cottage was located. It was the last house in the canyon and the hills rose directly behind the garage. They were covered with lupines, Canterbury bells, poppies, and several varieties of large yellow daisy. There were also some scrub pines, Joshua and eucalyptus trees. The agent told him that he would see doves and plumed quail, but during all the time he lived there, he saw only a few large, black velvet spiders and a lizard. He grew very fond of the lizard.
“Gradually, I found that I was being borne forward, floating across the flat waste. For what seemed an eternity, I moved onwards. I was unaware of any great sense of impatience; though some curiosity and a vast wonder were with me continually. Always, I saw around me the breadth of that enormous plain; and, always, I searched for some new thing to break its monotony; but there was no change — only loneliness, silence and desert.