A dream about "Dubliner": face to face with the autumn rain

At eight o'clock this morning in the sixth conference room of the county government building held a county party committee economic work conference, yesterday evening at more than seven o'clock Dr. Yang Yang only helped me get the meeting materials back, the reason why I got up so early to write this article, mainly because I am afraid that after the meeting, I will forget everything, because I want to remember a dream I just had.

In the morning, I got up and went to the toilet, went back to the bed and opened my phone to see the time, it was exactly five o'clock, obviously not the time I got up, and the earliest time was usually only half past five. Open today's headlines, turn a few pages, and see a headline from the People's Literature Publishing House, "Today in the History of Foreign Literature| James Joyce: It's Not Just Ulysses." ”

After careful reading, the article evaluates Joyce's "Dubliners" as follows: This book is Joyce's prestigious collection of short stories, the most famous collection of short stories in the entire West of the 20th century. Published in 1914, the book is set in Dublin in the 1920s and 1930s, intercepting cross-sections of the lives of lower and middle classes. A fragment of a group of people. Fifteen stories come together, like an Impressionist painting, with concise brushstrokes, staggered into pieces, emerging of a desolate world, distant, cold, yet delicate. Feeling that this comment was very similar to what I saw, I casually switched to a small group: pure literary exchange to keep a place for self-preservation, and then quieted my mind and brewed a state of sleep.

In a classroom similar to my former junior high school or high school, there were a dozen students, the desks were so sparse and even messy, and the lectern was also an old-fashioned lectern, fixed blackboard, dilapidated lectern and dilapidated chairs. Yi Zhongtian was the host on the other side of the podium by the door, sitting behind the lectern Yu Qiuyu, the host meant today to invite Master Yu to tell the students about Joyce's short story collection "Dubliners", because the lectern was broken and chaotic, I stood on the other side of the lectern ready to help, to prevent the lectern from sliding or other accidents.

Yu Qiuyu had not read this book before, he first said a few idle words on the podium, and then began to read the first one, he meant to talk about it after reading it roughly, after all, the masters were well-informed and could see through the true scriptures at a glance. Did not think, the master left to look at the right for half a day the first article did not finish reading, still in that repeated reading, I was afraid of what the problem, I went up to squeeze my head to see the page of the book that Master Yu read, read nothing, this article I must have read, Yi Zhongtian was also anxious, also came up against my head to see, Master Yu always ignored me two, did not say a word, just look at it. I said is not the chair is too short, let Teacher Yu read the book uncomfortable, because the difference between the height of the desk and chair in my own office is deliberately relatively large, at that time the main consideration to avoid looking down at the book cervical spine is uncomfortable, Yi Zhongtian thinks that I am right, let me go down to find a classmate to borrow a cushion.

I went down and looked around and saw a boy sitting on a corner of the chair with his ass crooked, leaning over the desk, he had several cushions on the chair, I chose a square shape, but the top of the cloth was loose and crumbling, and the zipper on one side was still broken, with half a thin slit. I nervously took the cushion to Master Yu to use, he did not dislike it at all, so he lifted the jiri to use the cushion, look at his expression, after using the cushion than just sat more comfortable.

When Master Yu was watching there, Master Yi couldn't wait, he stood on the side of the podium and began to write in the air, I could still see the words he wrote in the air, very curious, I changed the position to look, and found that on the podium obliquely erected a large transparent glass plate, which was connected with one side of the wall blackboard, forming an angle of about 60 degrees. (Write here to go to a meeting)

At this moment, Master Yu stood up and walked to the door, I quickly followed him to the door, and the expression of his rich expert face showed that he was going to the toilet, and I quickly pointed him in the direction of the toilet. I said that there was a row of floor-mounted toilets on the north side of the classroom, and a room toilet a little farther away, and he asked where the toilet had a squat seat, and I understood, and told him to go to the upstairs room to be clean, and he didn't answer and I hurried away.

I went back to the podium and asked Master Yi if Teacher Yu could not understand the article in "Dubliners" just now, and the knife on Master Yi's face gathered the wrinkles together, and warned me very seriously, saying that I underestimated Master Yu, and I quickly nodded my head to admit my shallowness. Master Yi pointed to the students under the classroom, and when I looked, the students in the two corners of the wall were lying on the ground and sleeping, and I was a little nervous to observe the meaning of the expression on Master Yi's face, although he did not speak, I understood that as long as the students did not speak to sleep, it was allowed. Master Yi turned his face and began to write on the transparent glass plate again, I tried to see a few words clearly, and I felt that I knew a few words in my dream, but I really couldn't remember a word when I woke up.

After waiting for a long time, I didn't see Master Yu return, and I was a little anxious, and I woke up in a hurry. It was quite interesting, so I wrote it down.

In fact, I also have several books of Yu Qiuyu's prose collection, but the number of essays I carefully read is not as large as the number of books, and I feel that the articles are empty, but I dare not say badly. Yi Zhongtian, of course, met through the Hundred Pulpits, and at the beginning he also heard some of them, which was for many years, and then after reading the books written by Qian Mu and these people, he stopped reading Yi's. One day, on the Internet, I saw an article that was easy to comment on some problems, which was very long, but after carefully reading it, I felt that I still had my own characteristics, in addition to the above, I had not seen his other works. I didn't think that the dream of returning to the cage in the morning actually brought these two masters together, and that everyone's speech at that time was particularly clear in the dream, really like reality, perhaps more detailed than reality. If there is anything mysterious about this, I think it is the article in "Dubliners" that haunts me, and several recent articles have the shadow of learning them: it is to intercept a paragraph of life, people and things, try not to comment in the article, leave it to the reader to think.

2021.2.3 11:22Yue Yinchao