哲哲哲学, 读书笔记

谎言

平常我也不看小说,『the kite runner』这本好久之前就听过,在墨尔本的时候房主推荐的,说作者第一语言也不是英文,但是写起英文来很抓人,我就下了打算看看。

唯一的感受是:无论怎样貌似无害的谎言,都会伤人。

小说里很多人撒了大大小小的谎,但最让我难过的是最后主人公在想办法带走小男孩的时候告诉他:只需要你在孩童之家待一段时间。他明明知道男孩最怕的就是孤儿院。就好像把孤儿院叫做『a home for kids』就能改变它是孤儿院的事实一样。

I don’t know why I hate it so fiercely, this instinctive tendency to flinch back from the truth. All sorts of feeble attemps to mask what reality is. And the worst kind of all, the lies we tell ourselves, or the reality we try hard not to think about.

May I have the courage to face life as is, whatever may come my way.

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