Barbara M Quinn
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The Crack in the Human Heart
The Crack in the Human Heart 1 After reading many Japanese novels and movies, I have an insight, into their stories, the degree of beauty and sadism is directly proportional to the degree. The more beautiful, the more sadistic, the more flowers bloom in the sky, the more the story is also the more people scratch their hearts and lungs. Perhaps because they feel that the beauty of the world and the cruelty of life should be put together for contrast to be tasty; perhaps because they want to give the abused people a little compensation so that they can breathe the fragrance of flowers while experiencing the abuse of life.
By Barbara M Quinn2 years ago in Fiction
Father's Invitation
My father was always the kind of person I feared, silent, irritable, dictatorial, and seldom spoke to me directly unless it was an important matter. In my daily life, it was often my mother who gave me the "orders". If I did as I was told, but if there was a hint of disobedience, he would be furious and "angry" until I gave in.
By Barbara M Quinn2 years ago in Fiction
Dependent Dumbing Down
Smart devices reconfigure the way of thinking Recently, many people using Apple's latest phones will shake their heads and show their teeth at the phone screen to challenge the latest facial recognition unlocking feature. If they find that a certain angle can fool the phone, they will be as happy as if they have found a treasure.
By Barbara M Quinn2 years ago in Journal
My father is too powerful for me
One "You recently asked me why I am afraid of you. As always, I am speechless, both because I am afraid of you and because to articulate this fear would require a detailed count of so many trivialities that I simply could not say them all at once." In November 1919, at the age of 36, Kafka wrote a lengthy letter - "To My Father" - to his father, Hermann Kafka, who was then 67 years old. The letter was more than 100 pages long and dissected in detail the painful and strained relationship between their father and son. He entrusted his mother to deliver the letter to his father, but his mother read the letter and sent it back.
By Barbara M Quinn2 years ago in Journal
Performances
In former U.S. President Reagan, there are three special phenomena. The first special phenomenon: Reagan was an extremely punctual person. He would enter his office every morning with a prepared schedule for the day on his desk, and he would take that schedule with him, item by item, and perform his presidential tasks according to it. Staffers recall that he rarely had a problem with the schedule, much less complained about it or changed it. He wouldn't say, "Why am I seeing this guy?" Nor would he say, "Why am I seeing this guy?" nor would he say, "Can't this boring ceremony take so long?" Nor would he say, "How can we finish talking about such an important matter in an hour?"
By Barbara M Quinn2 years ago in Journal
Encounter
People flick through the day's papers in the morning, either to escape the pestering of onlookers or to find something to talk about during the day. So, not surprisingly, no one remembers now - not even in their dreams - the incident that once got people talking about Uriarte and Duncan. We've experienced and forgotten a lot since that year. Both legends are now dead, and the bystanders who witnessed the events have sworn to keep their mouths shut. I, too, raised my hand and swore not to mention a single detail of the incident for nine to ten years. But word got out, and the more it spread, the worse it got.
By Barbara M Quinn2 years ago in Fiction
Why Coke has barely increased in price
Why Coke has barely increased in price In our lives, we often lament that "the price of xxx has recently gone up again". In addition to the goods that have increased in price, the few goods that have not increased in price are often ignored by us.
By Barbara M Quinn2 years ago in Journal
My father never had me in his tears
My father never had me in his tears At the age of 60, my father's cerebellum atrophied, he became slow, forgetful, and had a speech impediment, especially prone to sadness and happiness. My mother said that my father could no longer express what was in his heart with words, except for crying and laughing, which were still under his control. The words that could not be spoken eventually turned into these two emotions.
By Barbara M Quinn2 years ago in Humans
The "poor" in the eyes of doctors
A worker who fell from a high-rise construction scaffold was brought to the emergency room in severe shock. After surgery, the patient was transferred to the intensive care unit for observation. After another ten days of treatment, the patient was finally released from danger and transferred to the general ward.
By Barbara M Quinn2 years ago in Humans