Almighty painter

Chapter 765: Cats and Dogs at Home
Gu Weijing pushed open the door of the hotel bathroom, changed into pajamas and walked out, then picked up the half-read book from the counter at the entrance.

"Conversations with Goethe" is written in the form of a conversation between two people, telling the story of the protagonist Eckermann's ideological changes in the last ten years of the great writer's life, from the time he was hired as Goethe's assistant in late 1823 to Goethe's death in 1832.

Each year is a section, and it’s a thick book with a total of nine sections.

Gu Weijing planned to finish reading the first section before going to bed tonight, which records all the conversations between the protagonist and Goethe from the first time they met to the Christmas period in December of that year.

After a fierce argument with Anna, Gu Weijing had a desire to confide in someone.

Not the kind of self-confession that would come to Tonks.

Instead of explaining, just quietly read the book to someone, and find a quiet listener at the end of the noise.

The first person Gu Weijing thought of was Mr. Sloth.

Mr. Sloth is always a good storyteller, and Mr. Sloth is always an even better listener.

He was gentle and calm... When they were in the cafe, for a moment, Anna's erudition and talkativeness reminded him of Mr. Sloth. But when he thought about it carefully, Mr. Sloth was not at all like the domineering Miss Elena.

In contrast.

He is much cuter.

pity.

Today was not their normal weekly date for talking.

Gu Weijing judged that Mr. Sloth's true identity might be a senior executive of a publishing group... so he most likely lived in the UK or North America.

Calculate the time, is it right in both places?

Unless it's something extremely important, it's better not to bother others.

By the time he goes to college in Europe, the two of them probably won't have such a big time difference, and the pace of life between him and his agent will be relatively consistent.

Gu Weijing set his eyes on Awang.

"Will you continue to come and listen to me read?" he invited.

Awang is obviously not the kind of cute literary cat who has artistic accomplishment and loves to study.

The other party seemed to have no sincere desire to listen to the speech of the great writer. It licked its paws, glanced at the poop shoveler with contempt, and turned its head away.

A cool night.

Cat.

Ruler of the world.

With its coldness, with its majesty, with its frowning brows and eyes, with its slightly trembling beard.

It unleashes powerful energy from its thin body of only 29 pounds.

Expressing its noble, deep disdain for the unforgivable sin committed by its humble servants -

……

Baby, you forgot to feed the cat.
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As early as when Gu Weijing pushed the door and walked into the hotel room, Awang woke up, walked over with cat-like steps, and stared at him with a condemning look.

When he left, he did not open a new can of cat food for Awang.

And ever since it smelled the scent of buffet on Xiao Gu Zi, but didn't see him obediently serve the grilled lobster he packed up, the tabby cat became even more unhappy.

Not only was the other party completely shameless, he even lacked the basic courtesy of offering double the midnight snack as apology.

Meow, shameless, meow!
Awang was very angry. He didn't want to pay attention to the two-legged beast who didn't know how to serve his cat master on time.

Not self-disciplined at all.

If he can't even feed such a cool cat, what else can he accomplish?
Gu Weijing walked over and gently scratched Awang's head twice.

"Awang, it's not that I don't want you to live a pig-like life of eating and sleeping, sleeping and eating, it's just that I'm a little round!"

Gu Weijing was a little worried that Awang would develop some cat disease if he ate like this.

Not long ago, Katsuko Sakai took the tabby cat to the veterinary hospital for a physical examination and treatment of stomatitis. At that time, Awang was generally in good health and ate everything with relish. However, the medical conditions of the veterinary hospital in Singapore should be better. In the afternoon, Gu Weijing made an appointment for Awang at a good animal hospital in the coastal area in the hotel. He planned to take Awang to see an "expert" tomorrow to ask what was wrong with his 29-pound fat cat.

Just like seeing a doctor for humans.

If you want to do detailed examinations such as CT or color ultrasound, it is best not to eat 12 hours beforehand.

The tabby cat didn't appreciate Gu Weijing's good intentions at all. It looked at little Gu Zi with a reproachful look, and after shaking its whiskers, it immediately jumped onto a small closet on the side with a "clang", and threw Gu Weijing to the ground.

Let him stay there alone and slowly feel guilty and regretful!
Before Xiao Guzi presented twenty cat strips and a full massage as a dedication ceremony to appease the anger of the great Cat God.

King Awang decided not to forgive him.

……

Gu Weijing ignored the grumpy tabby cat, pulled out a chair by the window, turned on the desk lamp, and opened the page where the bookmark was.

He turned a page in the Conversations with Goethe in his hand.

[——November 1823, 11...I generally feel the characteristics of Goethe's "Marie Spring Elegy" throughout the poem, the most passionate love of adolescence, which is moderated by the noble virtues of wise old age. In addition, I also think that...all the emotions he expressed in this poem are stronger than any other poem Goethe wrote in his life——]

【——I think this is the result of his being influenced by Mr. Byron’s poetry.】

[When I asked him, Goethe admitted this directly. He said that this was the product of some extreme fanaticism——]

Gu Weijing's light voice filled the small room of the Mirochor Hotel.

His voice was low.

It's like reading to myself, or like reading to the invisible and silent ghost in the night air.
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It's like reading to myself, or like reading to the invisible and silent ghost in the night air.

Miss Elena's voice was low.

Her delicate voice filled the spacious suite on the top floor of the Raffles Hotel.

[When a person's pain is difficult to express in words, God has given me the power to express my troubles. ]

[Today, flowers are still blooming unintentionally. ]

【What can we expect from meeting again? 】

[Heaven and hell are open to you at the same time.]

[My heart is so hesitant and so repetitive——]

[Does this world still exist?]

……

Anna sat at the head of the bed, and under the lamp she opened the book Goethe's Poems that Eliot had bought for her. She found the spot where she had casually inserted the bookmark in the afternoon, and turned a few pages back, reading aloud the "Elegy for Marie Springs" on that page.

Mary Springs Elegy.

It is based on a very important love story in Goethe's life.

The 74-year-old Goethe fell in love with a 19-year-old girl next to the Marie Hot Spring.

In the end, due to the twists and turns in the love between the two people, their hearts were constantly in pain, and Goethe made this self-anatomical confession in the words he wrote.

True.

Anna honestly believes that, apart from the halo that later generations have added to the poet, this story has the classic and clichéd beginning of all European literary and artistic celebrities who are labeled as playboys.

He is clearly an old scumbag, exactly the same as Picasso.

This is one of the reasons why Miss Irena has always thought that Goethe is not "beautiful" enough.

But the poem itself is not vulgar.

How can the comment "not cliché" alone be enough to describe the significance of this poem?

It is the most important long poem in Goethe's life, and perhaps also the most important long poem in the history of Central Europe. It is so important that nearly a century later, another writer from Central Europe, Miss Anna's fellow countryman, Austrian biographer Stefan Zweig, wrote the famous book When the Stars Shine. He singled out the moment when Goethe wrote this song in a country spa hotel on September 1823, 9.

茨威格把它和标志中世纪结束的拜占庭帝国在1453年5月29日的灭亡，与重新确立欧陆政治局势的拿破仑皇帝和威灵顿元帅在1815年6月18日位于滑铁卢的终极决战抬到了同一地位。

He put the birth of this poem together with the sound of gunfire, calling them both important moments that could affect the fate of mankind.

"It was as if a brilliant angel had parted the sea of ​​clouds, revealing her celestial figure."

"Look at her."

"Dancing gracefully, how joyful."

"But you feel like it's just an illusion replacing the real person, for just a brief moment."

Anna looked up absentmindedly.

Looking dazed.

She didn't need to read the next verses, she just recited it softly: "Go into her inner heart, only there can you see her various faces and the infinite postures she changes in her heart -"

The beautiful and brilliant angel parted the sea of ​​clouds, but he was just a vague phantom.

Only by entering into another person's heart can you truly see that person's true face.

The woman thought of the photo of "Good Luck Orphanage in the Sunshine", the paper about Grandma Kara, Gu Weijing's wonderful interpretation of "The Old Church in the Thunderstorm" on the coffee table, and...

He has that kind of venomous look that makes people want to smash their heads off.

Miss Irena recited the following poem in Goethe's tone: "You will eventually find that she will become more and more lovely in various forms."

"Getting cuter?"

The woman repeated the words in her mouth.

She raised her cheeks, snorted softly, and commented sharply: "She is obviously becoming less and less cute."

"What do you think, August?"

Miss Elena looked at the dog lying on the carpet of the suite, wagging its tail, and asked.

The beautiful big dog bared its teeth and purred in boredom.

"August, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"

Start from the moment you walk in the door tonight.

August's reaction was obviously abnormal, and Anna had noticed this problem for quite some time.

Are you feeling unwell?

Anna held out her hand.

The Springer Spaniel immediately ran over, raised its two front legs, lay down on the edge of the bed, and flatteringly put its big head in the mistress's hand so that she could stroke it.

Elena touched its jaw to sense its temperature.

Warm.

The normal body temperature of dogs is slightly higher than that of humans by one to two degrees. This temperature should not reach the standard of cold and fever for Springer Spaniels.

Anna held its chin again and took a quick look at the wetness of the black nose tip to confirm that her dog should be quite healthy.

"I wish he were as obedient as you."

Anna looked at August licking the palm of her hand with his tongue, and then she stabbed him with her venomous tongue.

Miss Elena, relieved, gently pushed August's big dog head under the bed, indicating that it could go to sleep.

"I have something to do here. If you're hungry, you can go get something to eat."

The big dog that was pushed away by the hostess hung his head in grievance.

always like this!

always like this!

How can it always be like this!

Am I still your sweetheart?
Whenever August smelled the smell of the stupid cat on Miss Elena, for several hours or even a day or two afterwards, the mistress would always be immersed in her own thoughts in her spare time, leaving the big dog aside.

Sometimes happy, sometimes sad.

But happiness or sadness has nothing to do with it.

No matter how the big bootlicker August wags his tail, licks, or rubs, he cannot attract his lady's attention back to him.

August walked away angrily.

It didn't even look at the fresh goat's milk in its food bowl that Elliot had prepared for it to supplement calcium for dinner time. It fell heavily to the ground in the corner of the room with a "puff", and licked its wounds with a resentful look.

Those slutty cats are the most hateful creatures in the world.

August secretly vowed to be irreconcilable with it.

……

Anna ignored August's tantrum and once again focused her attention on the page at hand.

The woman stared at the poem on the brand new page in her hand.

She gradually recalled again the time when they first met, when Gu Weijing was holding a copy of "Conversations with Goethe" in his hand.

He knew that taking a book like that was intended to please himself.

Did he really read it carefully?

Which poem did Goethe like most among all the poems he wrote in his lifetime? Which sentence in the poem moved him the most?

Miss Elena was lost in thought for a while, and suddenly realized that her thoughts had drifted away unknowingly.

bah bah bah.

Who would want to know what that guy who is so pretentious and pretends to know everything is thinking?

Since so-and-so said that Elena's family should go to hell, he'd better go to hell too.

"Really? You're throwing a tantrum and making a scene. You're being unreasonable."

Miss Elena was so angry at the other party that she was distracted.

In her mind, Anna used someone's face as a target and stabbed the villain hard again, then lowered her head again and focused her mind on the long poem in front of her.

The birth of this poem means that Goethe, from the passionate and painful poet who wrote "The Sorrows of Young Werther" in his youth, has finally matured at the age of 74 and transformed into a calm, peaceful and wise philosopher.

The nearly ten years from the time Goethe wrote this poem to his death at the age of over 80 marked the period when Goethe's personal thoughts were integrated and reached perfection.

After writing this poem.

Goethe was once seriously ill and on the verge of death. It was his friends who took his poems and recited them to him over and over again, which made the old man miraculously come back to life and recover his health.

people say.

This poem hurt him deeply and healed him again.

Anna believes that this is a poem about encounter.

Meeting is a spear that can pierce others, but it is also a holy light that can illuminate life and give people new life.

Meet.

Let the gates of hell and heaven open at the same time.

(End of this chapter)