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Frankie's Rhapsody (Original)
Chapter One
Though late, he is still working with the lamp on. But tonight is a bit different. It never goes grudging to BRAVO on the brilliance of the pen-spinning work, the old fashion which is so rare to be seen from him since the latest unexpected academic failure's casted over him a shadow,thus so sure to indicate the turning point of his mood, a sign unfreezing his cold heart, resurrecting his rest vigor.
Though late, he is still working with the lamp on. But tonight is a bit different. It never goes grudging to BRAVO on the brilliance of the pen-spinning work, the old fashion which is so rare to be seen from him since the latest unexpected academic failure's casted over him a shadow,thus so sure to indicate the turning point of his mood, a sign unfreezing his cold heart, resurrecting his rest vigor.
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"Back to normal" is all that Frankie wanted those days, but, the reality was, he still couldn't, as reckonlessly, instinctively and perfectly even as a stupid dog, shake off the unpleasantnesses which soaked his body and his mind so intensively and overwhelmingly like waterdrops carried after a diving-work or something. The obnormal state lingering inside he of course hated and even cursed it. "Damn the shit paper!"he didn't cry for the "spoiling milk", but for an undeserved remark on the work to which he has dumped oceans of efforts unceasingly day after night. And he knew clearly what the censored word means by "UNQUALIFIED", cruel to the eye but he must, or say, sooner or later accept it, and before "The Day Of Acceptance" finally come, now, facing the "unqualified" paperwork stonely and palely sealed with "UNQUALIFIED", facing the just-returned paperwork he had been preparing so determinedly and streneously and hoping so eagerly to win an appreciation which turned out to be the opposite, that what he wanted to do now is never clearer: to outlet with possibly collected anguish, to pour shits onto everything. He was never a lazy boy, or a geniue one, and all he wanted was to try the best, and get the deserved results after he had tried the best. And now he is never a docile boy, either.
His tutor, Prof.Creek, namely the 52-years-old bearheaded and thick-eyeglasses guy, is a stubborn cynic, who views the world as a mess, "a shit to the eternal inside-heart rhymes". He always quoted that while smoking. He picks up the same brand of cigarettes from his worn-out, and somewhat sexy pocket everyday, the brand with a wrapper printed with an armadillolike thing and then lit it with an intoxicating strong smell, whenever, during the intervals of a public speech, a private supervising or series of reasearches. And what is amazing is he never gets tired of his routine words beginning with"a shit" and ending with "rhymes" when he is enjoying himeself with the exact staff grew from and then manufactured by the world, or in his word, the "shit". His philosophy is hard to understand, no mention to follow, according to his "enlightened by the purity and regularity deprived from the academic studying." saying, he believes firmly he is born a virgin, and so to die a stoic. His attitude to life is "to sustain a civilized life with the least consumption of material matters and greatest of the mental ones." "Fame is shit!""The US government sucks! It even enact the fuckin' bill to fight in Iraq! I can't believe those wandering idiots in the UN dare not act an encounter" "Contaminated fuckin' shit milk powder, those retarded governers must feed their babies with those shits" "The money is shit!"" The oil sucks!" those are the common comments of Prof.Creek.
But he is the one that owns a unique, elaborate and profound perceptions of literature, with the same amount of passion he criticizes the world he criticizes the literature, especially the papers handed in to him. He behaves in oddnesses, appears only two days a week, Monday, Tuesday, and on the remaining days he vanishes, invisible and untouchable, no link with him survives. Back into his own world of sophisticated meditations, maybe, who knows? But besides his odd behaviers, he is really a wonderful tutor, an eloquent and affectionate orator, though his strictnesses have won him the reputation as "the tiger wildest and hungriest to tame or feed or fool".
But this time instead of "a tiger","the goddamn-shit!" ruthlessly curses Frankie.
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- Reply 小莫
- The criticism towards the boss is very unique. It's hard to imagine a person like that: good but has so many bad habits.
- Reply Felixfan
- 小莫: The criticism towards the boss is very unique. It's hard to imagine a person like that: good but has so many bad habits.In fact, he is simple and not as harsh as he appears to be.
