We went to clichy Avenue and walked into Boughaff’s restaurant. It was crowded just after midnight, but we found a table and ordered two ham eggs. I told Larry that I had seen Isabel recently.
Gray should be happy to go back to the United States. He said that he would not be happy until he went back to work. He will definitely make a lot of money later.
Really, that’s your credit. He not only recovered physically, but also cured his heart disease. You helped him find the letter.
That’s all small things. I’m teaching him how to heal
Then how did you do such a small thing?
Coincidentally, I had a serious insomnia in India, and I happened to be engaged in an old yoga practice. He said that a horse could help me cure him. You have already seen the method. I had a good night’s sleep in Gray’s body for several months. Later, about a year later, I climbed Mount Malaya with an Indian friend. He accidentally fell and hurt his ankle, but he couldn’t find a doctor temporarily. I didn’t expect that yoga practice to work. Believe it or not, it didn’t hurt him at all. Larry laughed. I can assure you that I was more surprised than anyone.
It’s easier said than done.
Will you be surprised that your arm has been lifted from the table?
Of course
That’s right. As soon as we got back to the literary world, the Indian friend publicized it everywhere and led others to see me. In fact, I was very reluctant to show it to them at that time. After all, I was not sure about it, but I did it after everyone was determined. I didn’t know that their illness had eased. I found that this method could not only relieve pain, but also dispel fear. Strangely enough, many people suffered from fear. I didn’t mean being afraid of being closed or being afraid of being at a height, but I was afraid of death. Most of them looked very healthy and lived a rich and worried life. But when I am tortured by fear, I feel that this is the most disturbing emotion. I once asked if this is rooted in deep animals, which have been passed down from generation to generation since the ancient ancestors first felt the tremor of life.
I listened to Larry sharing his heart and full of expectation. He seldom said so much. I vaguely felt that he was finally willing to talk this time. Maybe the scene just eased some kind of depression. The actor’s voice was cadenced and the rhythm was as fast as music, which made him get rid of his natural reserve. Suddenly, I felt that something was wrong with my hand. Larry was just joking. I didn’t think much about it at all, but I found that my hand was not on the table. Instead, it was lifted about an inch off the table. I was shocked to stare at my hand and found that it trembled slightly. My arm twitched with a strange nerve, and my
This is weird, I said
Larry smiled and I focused my attention a little and my arm immediately fell back to the table.
It’s not surprising that he said not to take it seriously.
When you just came back from India, you went to a yoga studio with us. Did he teach you?
It’s not that he hates this kind of thing. I don’t know if he believes in some of his yoga speaking skills, but he thinks it’s naive to use this ability.
Our ham and eggs arrived, so we immediately ate up and drank beer without saying a word. I didn’t know what he was thinking, but I was thinking about what he was talking about. After dinner, I lit a cigarette and Larry lit his pipe.
Why did you want to go to India? I suddenly asked him.
It happened that I thought so at that time, but now I tend to think that this is an inevitable result of living in Europe for many years. Almost everyone who has a profound influence on me happens to meet by chance, but in retrospect it seems as if it is destiny takes a hand when I need them. Now I go to India because I want to have a good rest, because I am too tired from work, and I want to think about it. Later, I found a handyman on a ferry around the world, sailed eastward through the Panama Canal and then went to new york. I didn’t return to the United States for five years, but I was very homesick, but I was quite depressed many years ago. When we first met in Chicago, you knew how naive I was at that time. After that, I went to Europe to read all kinds of things and see a lot of the world, but I was still far from the goal I was pursuing.
I want to ask what this goal is, but I think he is bound to laugh, shrug his shoulders and say it is not worth talking about.
But why do you want to go to the boat to do odd jobs? It’s not like you have no money, I asked.
I want to experience it. I want to feel full of energy. It is very special to do this kind of chores at this time. That winter, after Isabel and I broke off our engagement, I worked in a mine near Lens for six months.
Just then, he confided to me that I had already described those experiences.
Were you sad when Isabel dumped you?
He stared at me in front of his mouth for a while, and his strange and deep eyes seemed to be not looking at me, but his own heart.
Yes, I was young, determined to get married, and planned my married life. I thought it would be beautiful. He smiled, but marriage is a two-person affair. I didn’t expect that I longed for life to disappoint Isabel. I really didn’t understand at that time, otherwise I would never have suggested it. She was too impulsive at that time. I didn’t blame her, but I couldn’t give in.
You may be impressed by reading that Larry’s widowed wife, the owner of the farm, fled the farm overnight for Bonn. I was anxious to ask him to continue, but I knew I had to avoid asking questions too directly.
I have never been to Bonn. I said that when I was a child, I was probably the happiest day of my life in Heidelberg.
I stayed there in Bonn for a year. I rented a room with the widow of the late professor in Bonn. Her two middle-aged daughters were in charge of cooking, and the tenant was French. I was a little disappointed because I wanted to practice German. He came to Alsace and spoke German, which might be more advantageous than French and his accent was more accurate. It was only a few days after he was dressed as a priest that I accidentally found out that he was a devout monk, and he was granted leave from the monastery to do research in the big picture museum. He was as knowledgeable as a monk, with light brown hair and blue eyes. Red and round-faced, he is afraid of strangers, but he doesn’t seem to want to come and go with me, but he is polite and thoughtful. When he eats and chats at the same table, he will always be polite. Only then will I see him after lunch, and he will go back to the library to be busy. After dinner, one of the landlord’s daughters will wash the dishes, and I will chat with another to practice German, while the tenant will nest in his room.
One afternoon after I stayed in Bonn for a month, he asked me if I wanted to go for a walk, which was really unexpected. He said that he could show me some nearby places. I should not have found that I thought I could walk very well by myself, but he was better than me. We definitely walked fifteen miles less on that walk. He asked me to come to Bonn. I spoke German and was familiar with it. He said that he would try his best to help me. From then on, we would go for a walk two or three times a week. I found that he taught philosophy for many years. I studied philosophy in Paris. Spinoza Plato Descartes, but I haven’t been in contact with German philosophers. Listening to him talk about these philosophers, I can’t ask for it. One day, we went hiking on the other side of the Rhine and sat in an open-air seat to drink. He asked me if I was a Protestant, and I told him that it should be.
He gave me a quick look, and his eyes seemed to smile. He talked about Aeschylus 48. I was also in Greek at that time. I couldn’t wait to hear his familiarity with these great tragedians. I learned a lot from his words. I don’t know why he would ask me about my belief in Uncle Nelson. But he often went to church and sent me to Sunday school according to the patient’s wishes. Martha, a domestic helper, was an inflexible Baptist. When I was a child, she often told me stories that sinners would be tortured by hellfire forever. Her examples were all people who spent the holidays with her in the village and in detail.
In winter, I know Father Ensim very well. I think he is quite amazing. I have never seen him lose his temper. His nature is kind and sincere beyond my imagination. He is tolerant of everything. He must have seen through me, but every time he talks to me, he seems to ask me as if I were the same as him, and he is patient and seems to want to help me. For some reason, Mrs. Grabaugh, the landlord, insisted that I lie in bed and take a hot water bottle to make me hot compress. Father Ensim came to visit me after hearing about it, except. I have a bad back pain, and there are basically no other symptoms. You know those crazy people are curious about me. When I saw him enter the room, I let him go. He also picked it up and looked at the name. The theme was Eckhart 49, which was bought in a shop in the city. He asked me how I could read it. I said that I had dabbled in mystical literature and went to Kosdi, which aroused my interest in mysticism. Father’s blue eyes looked at me and showed some kind of love eyes. He seemed to think I was funny, but his attitude towards me was against me. I never cared that others treated me like a fool.
What do you want from it? He asked me.
If I had known, I would have looked for it now.
Remember when I asked you if you were a Protestant? What do you mean by "should be"?
I have been exposed to Protestantism since I was a child, I said
Do you believe Emperor? He asked.
I don’t like this kind of personal question. At that time, I almost blurted out that it was nothing else, but his expression was so good that I couldn’t contradict him. I didn’t know what to answer. I didn’t want to say I believed or I didn’t want to say I didn’t believe it. It might be because of my low back pain or his influence. I talked about my own affairs
Larry hesitated for a long time, and when he spoke again, I knew that he had forgotten that I was talking to the devout monk. I don’t know if at some point the power made him reticent and needed me to ask him questions, so he explained it to bury his past.
Uncle Bob Nelson sent me to study in Marvin in a democratic way, but Aunt Louisa bradley nagged me until I was 14 years old. My school sports were not very good, but I was able to integrate into the environment. At that time, boys were very fascinated by aviation. At that time, it was the early stage of aviation technology development. Uncle Bob loved flying as much as me. When he heard that I wanted to fly, he said that he was willing to help me find a way. At that time, although I was young, I looked sixteen years taller. Uncle Bob told me to keep it a secret, or everyone would definitely scold him for it, but he later sent me to Canada and wrote a letter of introduction asking me to bring it to a friend. I became a pilot in France when I was seventeen.
At that time, our plane was a piece of junk, and every flight was tantamount to risking our lives, and the flying altitude was outrageous according to today’s standards, but we knew nothing about it, but it was amazing. At that time, I was very fond of flying, and it was difficult to feel proud and my heart was flying higher and higher in the middle. I felt as if I were integrated with some kind of vastness and beauty. I don’t know what happened, but I was no longer alone after flying to 2,000 feet. It may sound incredible, but I really flew to the cloud level, as if overlooking a large group of sheep, which made people feel that I
Larry paused and stared at me with unfathomable eyes, wondering if he was really looking at me.
I know that tens of millions of people died, but it didn’t matter to me if I didn’t see them with my own eyes. It was not until I first saw others die in front of me that my heart was full of shame.
Shame made me raise my voice.
It is indeed a shame, because he is three or four years older than me, full of energy and courage. Not long ago, he was alive and kicking, but now he seems to have never been there.
I was silent. I saw dead people when I was a medical student, and there were countless during the war. I was deeply saddened that they looked so important that they had no dignity left and became puppets abandoned by the troupe
