What never fails to turn me and my wife on is the butterfly effect of ”One Hundred Years of Solitude,‘’ a novel by Gabriel García Márquez.
Once opened, every page instantly morphs into a multitude of paper-thin wings.
Before we know it, countless yellow butterflies have already been fluttering around a character who must be Márquez's avatar. Yes, that happens in the novelist's world of magical realism.
In the story, all these mysterious butterflies come from South America. In fact, everywhere else can also be a dreamland for Márquezian butterflies.
Speaking of which, once done with reading, this young couple can't help but start making each other feel fuzzy and warm inside --- idiomatically, we're giving each other butterflies.
Let butterflies own magical realism. Let us own butterflies.
Yes. It is very intersting. But this term can be applied to
a much larger group (or many groups) with any sort of specious independent thinking. It is essential(or funny) to see through the usefulness and find out what it is really about, especially like these days when misinformation is overwhleming (and welcomed by some). It is sad the only one you can help usually is only yourselves.
I am not sure. Useful idiot is not equal to useful innocent,
as I see it. They are more useful. They could be (highly) educated, able, smart, with degrees, or even with achievements. But they are still tools, machines, or instruments, highly useful, but not yet qualifiable to be a human with a soul. In this sense, I guess Lenin very likely got it first.
What never fails to turn me and my wife on is the butterfly effect of ”One Hundred Years of Solitude,‘’ a novel by Gabriel García Márquez.
Once opened, every page instantly morphs into a multitude of paper-thin wings.
Before we know it, countless yellow butterflies have already been fluttering around a character who must be Márquez's avatar. Yes, that happens in the novelist's world of magical realism.
In the story, all these mysterious butterflies come from South America. In fact, everywhere else can also be a dreamland for Márquezian butterflies.
Speaking of which, once done with reading, this young couple can't help but start making each other feel fuzzy and warm inside --- idiomatically, we're giving each other butterflies.
Let butterflies own magical realism. Let us own butterflies.
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you used earlier. After looking it up, I found it is very amusing, and sad, cynically speaking.
in time...
before that, enjoy the fuzzy butterfly efffect, to make every moment counts
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a much larger group (or many groups) with any sort of specious independent thinking. It is essential(or funny) to see through the usefulness and find out what it is really about, especially like these days when misinformation is overwhleming (and welcomed by some). It is sad the only one you can help usually is only yourselves.
可以在标题前，加上【读书沙龙】吗？
这样可以将这活动继续下去！
as I see it. They are more useful. They could be (highly) educated, able, smart, with degrees, or even with achievements. But they are still tools, machines, or instruments, highly useful, but not yet qualifiable to be a human with a soul. In this sense, I guess Lenin very likely got it first.
Wish you a good week, too.
in a GOOD "1984". We are getting there, to some looking-up, to some heads-up. Anyway, there is good news like "Matrix" the movie. :)
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