I am just trying to write something every day, for my own pleasure.
Had a literature lesson yesterday. We read Anton Chekhov's Rothschild's Violin.
I quite like Yakov's concept of "losses". Am I being abnormal? Am I doomed? Are you going to condemn me as you did to him? Does it undermine the work I've put in throughout the years (if any)? Why must you take everything to the extreme? Don't you know being extreme in ANYTHING makes no good anyway? You are just hypocritical.
Just the concept - I don't approve of what he did to people around him. I did lose something after all so please allow me to think at least I am eligible to adopt the idea. But I still have sympathy for him. Aren't we forced to "quantify" our lives? Or to put it this way - aren't we being calculated all the time? How much money do you make? What score did you get last semester? What fascinates us mostly? Numbers. What defines success mostly? Numbers. Welcome to the world of numbers.
I have a different interpretation of the story ending. Most likely I'm "wrong", but I insist, as literature is supposed to be open to interpretation - if you can't be bothered about numbers.
曾經俾人話讀呢啲嘢會讀壞腦，其實好似真係會架。
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