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“Now that we are nearing the conclusion of these notes, it is time to reveal my own prejudice concerning how a horror story should be written. It is my view, and this is only an opinion, mind you, that horror has a voice proper to itself. But what is it? Is it that of an old storyteller, keeping eyes wide around the tribal campfire; is it that of a documentarian of current or historical happenings, reporting events heard-about and conversations over-heard; is it even that of a yarn-spinning god who can see the unseeable and narrate, from an omniscient perspective, a scary set of incidents for his reader’s entertainment? All things considered, I contend that it is none of these voices, nor is it any of the others we have analyzed up to this point. Instead, so I say, it is a lonely voice calling out in the middle of the night. Sometimes it’s muffled, like the voice of a tiny insect crying for help from inside a sealed coffin, and other times the coffin shatters, like a brittle exoskeleton, and from within rises a piercing, crystal shriek that lacerates the midnight blackness. In other words, the proper voice of horror is really that of the personal confession.”
蛮喜欢这段的所以摘录出来…出自“Notes on the Writing of Horror：A Story”
前几天看到有出版社发Ligotti的短篇译本，因为《死梦者之歌与阴郁的抄写员》这个题目很吸引我，所以找了电子书作睡前读物。有一种奇妙的阅读感受…不太容易作类比。

总感觉把antithesis翻译成对偶很别扭..

契诃夫的戏剧给我印象最深的大概是那句“普拉东诺夫在痛。”后来再读到吉他弦断后的寂静，大灾难前的寂静，感到彼时彼刻无非是此时此刻。

其实有点想养守宫，但是感觉之后上学不在家+猫太能闹，感觉爸妈应该不太能照顾明白……

在想给自己几撇子的时候发现放血疗法也许有道理啊（神智不清。

下午两点煮了碗面后到现在一直没吃东西…月经就像一种带精神污染的真实伤害，时刻痛击我的脑子。
感谢朋友E的可可狐，再次拯救我的胃和脑。

啊！打翻了一杯水差点泡了移动硬盘游戏机手表手机耳机以及各种书……几乎心梗。好在都只是沾了个边擦干就好……

想吃奶油炖菜……明天去买口蘑和培根。

今天读完了纳博科夫的《防守》，感觉主角卢仁的具体表现有很明显的强迫和一些神经多样化的特征。当然我猜纳博科夫写的时候必定不会考虑到这些，或许长久以来文学创作会把这些当作天才之扰。
所以会去回忆，发现很难想起一部没有将精神疾病浪漫化/刻板化/灵性化的经典文学作品。