因为今天铺了垫被，现在睡得有点奇怪
即时新闻：嘟站down！嘟站down！
E.B.怀特绝妙的鹅滑冰的故事
「There is a small pond down in the pasture and the geese use it for a swimming pool. They start from the barnyard, walking slowly; then as they get nearer the water, they break into a run; and then they spread their wings, take to the air, and land on the pond with a splash. But one night, early last winter, the pond froze during the night. The young geese had never seen ice, and knew nothing about it. They started for the pond, sailed into the air, and when they came down for a landing, their feet struck the ice and they skidded the whole length of the pond and crashed into the opposite bank. That’s how they learned about ice.」
Letters of E. B. White
E.B.怀特的妻子一直很不喜欢（美国缅因州的）布鲁克林图书馆隔壁的一桩附属建筑。有一天怀特给她送上了一张支票，供她实现自己的愿望，（应该是要先从图书馆手里买下那幢房子，然后）拆了那幢房子。
「K:
So many times I have felt that I wanted to present you with a fine ruby, or we’ll say a perfect sapphire, or a couple of matched pearls that step along together, yet in the presence of rubies, sapphires, pearls or in almost any jeweled atmosphere whatsoever I have turned away empty, blinded by the glitter probably. This impotence in my relationship with precious stones has left me a rich man, and you are my precious stone, all the more so because you don’t glitter. So I now have the strong desire to make you a gift in lieu of rubies, and it seemed to me the other night that the thing you most wanted was to tear down Earl Firth’s house—so I am giving you that, my love my own. Hit it hard and true!
E. B. White」
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《夏洛的网》官方外传✍️
「Spiders expect to have their webs busted, and they take it in their stride. One of Charlotte’s daughters placed her web in the tie-ups, right behind my bull calf, and I kept forgetting about it and would bust one of her foundation lines on my trips to and from the trapdoor where I push the manure into the cellar. After several days of this, during which she had to rebuild the entire web each evening, she solved the matter neatly by changing the angle of the web so that the foundation line no longer crossed my path. Her ingenuity has impressed me, and I am now teaching her to write SOME BOOK, and will let Brentano have her for their window.」from Letters of E. B. White
It snowed all week. Wheels and footsteps moved soundlessly on the street, as if the business of living continued secretly behind a pale but impenetrable curtain. In the falling quiet there was no sky or earth, only snow lifting in the wind, frosting the window glass, chilling the rooms, deadening and hushing the city. At all hours it was necessary to keep a lamp lighted, and Mrs. Miller lost track of the days: Friday was no different from Saturday and on Sunday she went to the grocery: closed, of course.
Truman Capote, Miriam
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#snow
@reading @poemsBot May 3 {for The Polish National Day}
The third of May! the third of May!
Hang out the Polish flag to-day;
As loyal Poles have grimly done
Since A.D. 1791.
The day they fashioned, all alone,
A Constitution of their own;
The day they threatened to be free
(Which was not quite the thing to be):
To give a voice to common men-
And that was not the fashion then.
Great Catherine (excuse a grin)
Described the Poles as 'Jacobin':
And bully States, on either hand,
Destroyed the laws and stole the land.
The third of May! The third of May!
And still the Poles may not be gay.
They fought the Prince of Bullies first:
But Fate, so far, rewards them worst.
Four times dismembered-never done;
Four times divided-always one;
Ungentle giants all about-
No kindly sea to keep them out.
But still, whatever tyrant reign,
The Poles resist, rebel, remain.
They lose their cities, not their souls,
The proud, unconquerable Poles:
And may the nations have the nerve
To bless the brave as they deserve!
{April 30, 1944
A. P. Herbert
