And travel with my cat

 I heard, asked the magazine to stop, we can see people now see too little of foreign novels, but in fact this is the bi-monthly installments of not more than 50,000 printing costs, also 30 million a year, as royalties, royalties translation has been low, but I think a lot of people now to figure out a fun translation, editing, and office expenses are negligible, can support 200 million a year from the magazine, but also put it into an issue. its sad dying literature, took over as play, out of 10 million dollars each to set up a Council, can take it and then gone out of existence. Romania, one writer said, I tired of those destined for a successful career, I prefer that look to be the cause of failure.
say that again, ah Shajiao success or failure. reprint of a my back to find it. They are retired, and soon moved to Florida to go, they would prefer to sell most of their goods does not wish to spend money to ship them to the south.
That year I eleven years old, I was looking for a Tarzan book, or 克拉伦斯马 Milford's X-rated novel. I found them all, but then I had to face harsh realities. they are fifty cents each (
So I continue to rummage around, and eventually found that the only one I can afford to buy the book. It's called than Priscilla, but Miss Priscilla. Over the years I always thought Smith (MISS) is what her last name.
I turned a few pages, which expects at least a few half-naked indigenous possession girl photo. the book did not have any pictures, all text. I'm not surprised; I do not know why I've thought of a material called Smith is the author of the book will not be posted on her naked women.
I think the A Little League is for participants to train the boys, the book itself is too beautiful and too feminine mm protruding surface of the font on the cover, the volume home elegant smooth, brown, smooth as silk cloth bread wrapped in covers, it even comes with a bookmark, the above system with a smooth ribbon. when I was ready to put it back when it opened to the page that read: limited edition print 200 of 121 register.
it makes me treat it any differently. just need a nickel, I can have a real limited edition books mm how can I refuse? went to the garage before I took it, honestly surrender my nickel, and then waiting for my mother to select End (She always picks around, but never meant to spend money to buy buy mm, and she and my father can never spend money on more expensive what the price of rent, or can be more cost-effective manner, things can borrow for free).
night I faced a major decision. I do not want to read a book by a woman named Smith's written called and travel with my cat, , you almost can find on them the imprint of my eyes.
won so I can not be reconciled to it, and then read the first page, followed by the second page of a sudden I feel like I mm transferred to the Kenya colony Siam (former name of Thailand) and Amazon. Miss Priscilla Wallace's description of the things I like the ground, and when I finish a chapter, I felt as if really been there.
That is something that I had never heard of the city, the city is filled with exotic names like Maracaibo and Samarkand (Uzbekistan eastern city of the Soviet Union), and Addis Ababa (the capital of Ethiopia ), some names such as Constantinople (Istanbul, port city in northwestern Turkey) I even can not find on the map.
Her father was an explorer, expedition there in a long time ago home when there. She is the first of several trips abroad with him, and he undoubtedly made her a taste of the customs of those distant shores. (My own father was a typesetter workers. How I envy her ah!)
I have some hope that the chapter on Africa will be filled with hot-tempered man-eating elephants and lions, and perhaps Africa, but not her true mm see Africa. Africa is perhaps a blood-red fangs claws, but For her, it reflects the golden dawn, even if some dark and heavy shadow areas are also full of surprises, but not terrorism.
she can find beauty anywhere. She describes early Sunday morning along the Seine River in Paris arranged The two hundred florist, also described a single show vulnerability in the Gobi Desert in bloom flowers, but somehow you know that they are described as generally described in her amazing.
Suddenly, the buzzing alarm I start up. This is my first sleepless night. I put the book aside, got dressed and went to school, and hurried home after school to read it as soon as possible.
In that year, I will no fewer than six or seven times it read. Some passages I can even recite it verbatim. I fell in love with those far away from home, perhaps a little man of love. I even wrote a book for her superstition, to: Aim of the novel, and I saw a friend few years, I have forgotten it.
I never seen her as those described in the place full of surprises and mystery. many things I never did. I did not come out ahead. I have never rich or famous. I never Results divorced.
the passage of time, I had forty years, I finally ready to admit in my life will not be any unusual or surprising thing. I wrote more than half of the novel, but I never intended it to be completed or publishing, I spent twenty years in vain for the one I love. (it was only the first step; the second step is to find a man love me, it may be more difficult, but I have never taken the time to do it. )
I'm tired of this city, but also those who have had enough and I have not had success and happiness with the people Mojiancazhong. I was born and raised in the Midwest, and eventually I moved to Wisconsin the North Wood, and where the most exotic cities are Manitowoc and Minocqua and Wasa Wu, which can be used with Priscilla Wallace described the book as well as Macau and Marrakech falls far short of those glorious capital.
I was working for a local weekly newspaper editor for copyright, for this newspaper, the introduction to the restaurant, or where to find the right than the right to publish real estate advertising spelling News Names in the story is more important. This is not the world's most challenging work, but I have been very satisfied, I do not want to look for any challenge. teenager dreams of fame and fortune off the ground has been with the youth of love and with the passing of the dream of passion; in this Buhuozhinian, I Just want a stable life.
lake in a nameless I rented a cottage from a small town about fifteen miles. This is a lingering charm of the old house: it has a retro-style porch, hung an almost as old as the swing and housing, I have never owned a boat to the pier to build an extension to the lake, and even the main one for the house so keeping used by horses drinking trough. room without air conditioning, but I also do not really need it mm in the winter, I curled up sitting by the fire,UGGs, reading the latest paperback horror novels.
It was a late summer night, the air carries a hint of chill in Wisconsin, I sat in the empty fireplace, reading a car chase scattered gunfire, they noisily through Berlin or Prague or something else I never met to the city, when I suddenly could not help but doubt it, my future you will be putting on airs: a lonely old man, sat by the fire every night, by reading popular novels to pass the time, perhaps there is a blanket in his legs, and the only companionship he only has one tabby hh
mm may be some reason the idea about the tabby cat mm I think of But she'd ever; she once had two cats, they are always with her inseparable.
I have not thought about that book is old enough. I do not even know if it is still there. but there is a nameless reason, I feel a strong impulse to find it and read it.
I walked into the room, where I have not filled open the glove compartment. about twenty boxes of books, I removed opened the first box, and then the second box. I dug out a Bradbury, Asimov and Kender Terrace and Hamo Te deeper I got the Lutheran rummage and A Bole Ram and the two old Zane Grey novel mm and then suddenly it appeared, elegant as ever. I have, and only have a limited edition book.
this connection, in about three years later, I once again opened the book and began reading. as when I first read it, I was completely captivated by it. the book as I remember every detail as in the exquisite. And, and thirty years ago, I lost track of time, has been read dawn.
morning I have not done much work. I keep thinking about those beautiful description of the book and those who have insight into the world that no longer exist then mm I began to wonder whether Priscilla Wallace is still alive. She may have is an old old woman, but maybe I can rewrite the book of old superstitions that letter and send it to the end.
lunch, I went to the local library, determined to find out what she has written other books. But whether it is on the shelf or card file cabinet I have found nothing. (It is a friendly old-fashioned rural libraries; at least ten years later possible computer queries.)
I went back to the office and began to search her on my computer. I found thirty-seven varied Priscilla Wallace. a low-cost movies actor. A teaching at Georgetown University. one is in Bratislava (Czechoslovakia south-central city) diplomat. one is watching the great success of the type of poodle breeders. One is a group of South Carolina Six births of young mothers. a Sunday comic strip is a member of the crossword.
So, when I am sure that the computer can not find her, the next line of text vividly in my screen:
, both in the thirty years ago or now; I was born, she had passed away a few years. Nevertheless, I suddenly felt lost and resent mm resentment of her untimely death, those who hate to leave her the years are still alive, but never saw what she saw beauty everywhere.
people who like me.
where there is a picture. it looks like tin tan is old version of the photo reproduced above which is a delicate girl, with auburn hair and a pair of big, in my opinion reveals a touch of sadness but a black eye. or just my own sadness, because I know she died thirty-year-old, and all of her life with her passion will die. I will print off that page, put it in my desk drawer, and when the end of the day brought home with it. I do not know why. that with only two sentences only. but in any case, a life-mm deserve any more lives are. In particular, his arm in a hit from the grave my life, someone who makes me feel, at least when I read her book, so I feel maybe this world is not as boring as I see life.
That night, in my heated After dinner, the cold, I sit by the fire, once again open against the background of the road, another section is a May morning, when she walk through the gardens of Versailles were attracted to the flowers. There are some, in the end, is my favorite section:
Look, there are so many adventures waiting for me to do, such a wonderful day that I was not eager to eternal life. my belief to comfort me, and I sincerely believe: No matter how long I leave this world, only people still reading this book and read it, I would regain life. signs to let people know I've lived here. In my twenty years after the death, perhaps up to three years, no one will know that I ever existed, that called my name Ethan Owen mm, you have not heard the last no doubt the future will not have to hear mm where the men live, work, die, his extraordinary efforts to get through each day, does not cause any trouble to anyone, and that is all his achievements.
and she was different. Perhaps there is a lot in common with her. She is not a politician, not a female King Wu. not written for a monument for her. she just wrote a long forgotten short travel book, and have not had time to write Another died. She had died almost three-quarters of a century. there who still remember Priscilla Wallace?
I give myself a beer under irrigation, and then start reading again. I do not know why, She described the more exotic to those cities, those of the original wild forests, the more they seem not so exotic, is not so primitive, they are more and more like an extension of home. The more I read it, the more she can not understand how to do.
I was clatter on the porch interrupted. damn raccoons every night unscrupulous, I would like mm, but then I heard a meow Ming clear. I is also a nearest neighbor miles away, for a cat wandering far enough for that, but I think at least I can go out to see what their own, if it has a collar, I can call to notify the owner. If not, at least I It can conflict with the local raccoons away before it.
I opened the door, to go onto the porch. There is no doubt, have a cat in there, a white cat on his head and body have some brown spots. I bent down to pick up it, but it stepped back.
a woman's voice said. her lap.
earlier today, I have seen this face, tan tin plate from the photo at me. I had at it for hours, until I remember it every profile.
that was her.
go to sleep. disappear.
; she replied with a smile. . What is it like mm unless they are like you. scared, jumped up, she began to gently stroke it. br> travel with my cat, bit gives me so much of joy, mind and smile again. that smile and lovely as I imagined.
Yes. not of doubt.
thought. I have never even admitted it to myself.
You are alone. you need someone to talk to, time. No,
I nodded. Tell me who you are? think so? I'm Ethan. I feel I know you have a life that long. but it was returned to the. ; I am sure hundreds of people have wanted to write. They may just not find your address. still want it re-sent once. very comfortable. Why do not you come sit beside me? ;
endorsed the Road. If I sit next to you, I may be a part of hip rubs up against you, or I will inadvertently touched your hand. and hh do not want to find you are not really here. to believe this. Why do not we sit here and enjoy the atmosphere and the Wisconsin night breeze it? I was reading the book still makes me happy.
; since the hh? has become so long. However, the new millennium? it too , suddenly: me, > > Suddenly the little white cat looked nervously toward the yard.
. I clearly heard a meow Ming. white bird in the direction out of the porch ran toward the sound.
swing down leg. ; I said.
people, Ethan Owen. I'm glad we finally met. the enrichment of life, is not alone, she went under the porch, into the yard, into the darkness. Suddenly I have a hunch that she would not come back. she disappeared in the field of vision, behind her shouted.
the kittens again. In the end, despite the cold night air, I fell asleep. When I woke up the morning sun has been sprinkled on the swing on the.
I'm alone.
I spent almost half a day to convince myself what happened the night before is just a dream. It is not like any dream I have ever done, because I remember every detail of it, every word she said , her every movement. Of course, she did not really visit me, but I can not help but think about Priscilla Wallace, so I finally stopped the work at hand to start using my computer to search for more information about her.
in her name in addition to a few simple words that no outside any more information. I tried to search Her father is also written books about his adventures; but he did not write. I even contacted several hotels she had been staying alone or with her father, but they do not keep a record so long .
I try to follow clues from a clue to another, all to no avail. history has almost completely swallowed her, as it will one day as I swallowed. In addition to the book, about her in my The only evidence is the master computer that two profiles, barely a dozen words, and two dates. any of the wanted man as she can before the world that disappeared from the so clean before the law.
final I looked out the window, only to find the night has come, others have gone home. (for a weekly morning and evening shift work is not one to say.) I stayed at a local restaurant a bit and bought a ham sandwich and a cup of coffee, then return to my lake house.
I watched the TV news at ten o'clock, and then sit down and open her book again, but I believe she wanted to be sure ever existed before. A few minutes later I felt uneasy, and I put the book back on the table, and then left the room to breathe some fresh air.
she sit on the swing, or her seat by last night. There another cat nestled in her side, a black cat, but it has white paws and eye socket.
She noticed I was watching the cat. His name implies a cat, do you think? ; I did not say anything. In the end she smiled. I'm back. Too many things worthy of love! ; I would prefer to see through your eyes. just like every morning you will be reborn, to usher in a new world,Discount UGG boots, mm in the repeated reading it to share your feelings and findings.
problems. ; I decided to give her as an honest answer. who you are. you have been. You do not destroy it, ; Why am I here. This is really strange. . recall before, and even you can not. I was not read. Perhaps this is because of you, you are so desperately needed someone. the whole world with me still. Then, after the moon has come out from the clouds, an owl in the left side flew away.
not alone, I say some things I never said the words to any person, including myself. shop and go out of a career. I want to find a woman to love her and be together forever. I'm going to witness a place that you have described. However, year after year, I watched each of those hopes dashed. Now I settled down, only to pay bills, to the doctor regularly for check-ups. > place no longer exists any wilderness. I've been hurt, is not, I think. I loudly asked: > I said
a new millennium. tell me what happened. !, What's in an exciting ah! ; not so simple, lifetime, but there will be someday. to their middle.
I do my best to tell her. she was fascinated by the round trip in the air hundreds of millions now, fascinated by almost all people have their own cars, fascinated by train travel is almost extinct in the United States. And Television Broadcasting She is not obsessed with the concept even more ...