Take your pick! Pick it up! That would be me, a priggish, 20-year old honor
student with a greasy slide rule in my pocket and stubborn rules in my head. I
still remember how I did not hesitate to turn down all defense-related corporate
jobs in accordance with those principles. Principle. Now I'm slowly realizing
how easy it is for people to get involved in war. There are times when a person
is overwhelmed, and on bad days, he feels weak, angry, even cold and mixed
feelings. His only request was for a change, any change-I had a gun in my hand
that I couldn't shake off, and it pointed me to a goal, and I ran to that goal.
What I want to say, Sir, is that I am afraid the political issue has become an
unresolved issue for me,
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mantra. Now that we have talked about everything, perhaps I should address
another fear that has been gnawing at me lately, namely that I have begun to
lose my memory and that all these years of worry are beginning to take their
toll on me. Occasionally — especially in the early morning hours, when the rest
of the world is fast asleep — I find myself scared to death. I'm going to go
crazy if things don't turn around. But please don't worry. This kind of thing,
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will not affect my normal teaching work during the day. Even if only evening
classes are taught, the problem can be solved-I hope you know what I mean. In
short, I have a feeling that, given your personal life experience, you must be
able to understand what I have struggled to say. I don't know how to say it
without sounding like a cliche, but I think I really understood the fate of
black people for the first time. Yesterday I came across a picture of a prison
in upstate New York. I searched for their faces, but I couldn't find a white
man. I suddenly found something in common between them. They were handcuffed
there for the same reason,
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all the same type of black people. Our hands are tied, our minds are imprisoned.
We can't mix with the culture here. Like them, I am a social misfit, an
incorrigible naysayer. I finally understood that this society would not give a
writer a place unless the writer created the work as a commodity, or he himself
was a commodity. Enclosed please find my resume and a high-sounding letter of
recommendation from my former dean. He was overjoyed to get rid of me as soon as
possible in such a cheap exchange. A detailed introduction to my philosophy of
education is also presented, I hope you will not take it amiss. Before I put
down my pen, I would like to add that my family and I will definitely get used
to life in China. My wife and I love Chinese food, and every time we go to New
York City we go to Chinatown for Chinese food-not only because it's the
cheapest. Please keep me informed of anything else you need to know. I look
forward to hearing from you and thank you for your generosity. Sincere greetings
Neal? Nudelman No matter how bad the situation is, I will continue to write my
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Crash 3 Small Say .. t.xt.. God . Don 3 This morning, in an attempt to confirm a
job that was about to start — which turned out not to be true — I bumped into my
old friend, Perry, a roofer. Not hit, exactly. I was wandering aimlessly around
the city when I heard someone calling me in the distance. I looked around and
saw no one. I looked up and saw him waving to me from the roof of the
courthouse. He had been working on the roof for two weeks in his own capable
way, as if he had been there to observe the comings and goings of the town of
Goobersville. I saw you hurrying up and down below looking for work. He
explained. By this time I had climbed the rickety ladder and clattered up to him
on the slippery, steep trail he had cleared of snow. I noticed that I could see
the whole city from where he sat, so I couldn't deny it any more. "Yeah, I've
been looking for it for a while," I smiled awkwardly. "What else do you see?" "I
saw you secretly picking up the popcorn that fell on the floor in front of the
Goobersville Theatre." Perry grinned as he bit off the end of his cigarette with
his teeth. That's to feed the birds. I lied. Feed with popcorn! He said slyly
with a wink. What are you doing on the roof in winter? "What does it look like?"
He laughed and directed me to work, asking me to pass him tiles from a flat
plate nailed to the roof. I threw it for a while and then climbed up and rode on
the roof of the courthouse. Once I relaxed and looked out over the city's thick
snow-covered rooftops, I began to understand why Perry was so enthusiastic about
the job of repairing the roof. After Perry returned from Vietnam, he became more
and more isolated from the crowd. I leaned against the chimney and watched him
carefully hammer a nail into a newly laid tile, thinking what better career
could he choose? I found my balance on the roof, and I was vaguely aware that
the extreme happiness came from the place reserved only for birds and madmen. On
the one hand, this work gives people hope. I think so. Perry kept repairing the
roof in winter and summer to make it leak no more. I mean, that's one thing. Yet
there was something about Perry's isolation that made me anxious — though I
couldn't say what it was. Heh. Wake up. Get up. Stop watching me sleep. He
called from within an inch of the eaves. Take a bundle. I picked up a bundle of
tiles and moved slowly toward him with trepidation,
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bundle from my hand, a strong wind was blowing straight under the eaves. I felt
that I was going to be blown off the roof by the wind. I tried my best to
retreat and finally climbed to the chimney in time. For my precious life, I
clung to the chimney and refused to let go again. What a fool. Perry grinned at
me. His feet stood easily on such a steep place. It was so mysterious. Don't
panic. Those who fall are those who are afraid. "I am afraid." 。
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