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！’

好吗好的

惜缘即可，不必攀缘。随缘即可，无须强求。若有缘再聚，给个微笑就好。若无缘重逢，别忘了我就行。

渴望生活

“他当然是疯了。可你有什么办法？所有的艺术家都是疯子。这是他们身上最好的东西。我喜欢他们这种样子。有时候，我恨不得自己也疯了才好！39;但凡优秀的人都免不了是个半疯！39;你知道这话出自谁人知口吗？亚里士多德①，那就是说这个话的人。”

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.