然后，我就一个人了

不知从何时起，我觉得别人怎么看自己都无所谓了。本来别人就没有想象中那么在乎他人的事。而为了毫无意义的虚荣放弃想做的事，也太傻了。

雪国

穿过县界长长的隧道，便是雪国。夜空下一片白茫茫。火车在信号所前停了下来。一位姑娘从对面座位上站起身子，把岛村座位前的玻璃窗打开。一股冷空气卷袭进来。姑娘将身子探出窗外，仿佛向远方呼唤似地喊道：‘站长先生，站长先生！’

解忧杂货店

其实所有纠结做选择的人心里早就有了答案，咨询只是想得到内心所倾向的选择。

如何读，为什么读

Melville was not a Christian, and tended to identify with the ancient Gnostic heresy, in which the creator God of this world is a bungler and impostor, while the true God, called the Stranger or Alien God, is exiled somewhere in the outer regions of the cosmos.Early, major Faulkner is a kind of unknowing Gnostic; West, Pynchon, and McCarthy in their different ways are very knowing indeed. My subject is how to read their best fiction, and why, and not how to instruct my own readers in ancient heterodoxies (at least not here!), but the first sequence of four novels that I have chosen, in the wake of Melville, achieve their negative splendors in modes parallel to Gnostic visions, as we will see.