罢，就算不再有大满贯又怎样，我想看到的就是一个健康的豆子；没有健康，别的没的想。更担心的是，越来越多的病痛会对豆子产生更加不利的心理影响。所以更希望他能早日彻底摆脱伤病。
Vamos! Rafa!
--
QQ
2010年1月26日星期二
2010年1月25日星期一
HAITI
Wall Street Journal Op-Ed: Trying to Save Lives in Port-Au-Prince
A lot of amputees and the paralyzed will need lifelong care
January 19, 2010
By Jeanne Cabeza and Michelle Chouinard
I thought I was going to die when the earth shook. I was at Pacot, the Doctors Without Borders physical rehabilitation center in Port-au-Prince. Five minutes after the quake, people were banging on our door in need of help. There were four of us, including a fourth year nursing student with minor injuries, and we worked all night. The janitor helped with bandages. It was quickly overwhelming from a medical standpoint: Within a few hours there were hundreds of people in need of surgery.
I see some people and can't believe they are alive. They have extreme crush injuries, partial amputations, and open fractures. A mother helped me bandage her infant, whose left hand was gone. It took an hour, but once the baby was bandaged, she was calmer. I can't imagine what the mother is going through. I changed the bandages on a little girl and it took me a while to see the wound, but part of her skull was missing. She needs immediate reconstructive surgery.
A young man, about 23, had a traumatic crush injury. He was looking all right, young and strong, but his leg was dead and had to come off. If you can remove gangrenous limbs, you can save people. But we couldn't, and the next day he died of sepsis. Another woman seemed to be doing well―she was talking―and I was optimistic to the point of reassuring her family. But within minutes she collapsed. We tried to resuscitate her but she died, maybe from a huge clot. I don't have X-rays, so I don't know.
I see tons of stuff in the emergency room in Los Angeles―gunshot wounds to the head, car crashes―but the injuries here are just so, so terrible. It's like putting your finger in the dike, because for the first day we could only offer first aid like IVs, antibiotics, pain medications and bandages.
More wounded come to us everyday, praying and shouting, but it is less chaotic because people have died. I can't begin to express how uplifting it was when our first backup teams arrived on Friday morning. Now we can start to do something more. We have set up some temporary operating theaters. I was working earlier with a surgeon performing some emergency amputations―nothing fancy, but lifesaving.
The thing is, after surgery it's not like patients can go home. Many have no homes to go back to. And they will need a lot of follow-up care, wound debridements (the removal of dead or infected tissue), dressing changes, infection and pain control. A lot of amputees and the paralyzed will need lifelong care.
I know it's not easy for amputees anywhere, but Port-au-Prince is not a flat place and getting around is tough. One woman I am caring for is paraplegic. It is going to be really hard on her and her family. They will have to take care of her for the rest of her life. There are countless others in similar situations.
I still don't know what happened to a lot of my Haitian colleagues. But more and more show up every day to help. I see them, not sure if they had even survived, and we're crying as they tell me how they lost a brother or sister, a husband, a wife or a child. Then everyone gets to work.
Even though it seems like everyone has lost someone, their home, their way of life, it is amazing how people are helping each other. A lot of children have been orphaned. There is one beautiful little boy, who is about four years old. I don't know where he came from or how he got into our makeshift hospital compound, because he doesn't really have any injuries. I asked him if he was alone, and he told me, "Yes, I am alone, but I'm here with my friends." I look around and all of his friends are people he doesn't know, all waiting for surgery.
―Dr. Cabeza is the medical coordinator of Doctors Without Borders in Haiti.
I can't remember what I have done for the past five days. I have no time to think about what's going on around me. I just do the work that needs to be done.
Right after the earthquake, I remember hearing the voice of our guard on the walkie-talkie saying over and over again: "The hospital collapsed! The hospital collapsed!" I tried to get there by car, but it was impossible, so we walked. It was eerily quiet even though everyone was on the streets.
The sun set quickly, and when we arrived it was already dark. Trinité Hospital was one of the only trauma care centers in Port-au-Prince, and the people arriving for care panicked somewhat when they saw the hospital was destroyed.
We immediately began helping people out of the rubble, treating them on the street all through the night without much light. Two nurses managed to crawl out of the collapsed hospital, shocked and traumatized, and we could hear the voices of others. A Haitian colleague―a gifted doctor―was among those we freed. But he died shortly after being pulled from the wreckage. That hit the team hard.
By Friday we thought there was no one left alive, because the voices stopped. Then we heard a young man talking, and we quickly sent him food through the cracks and water through a tube, waiting for specialized help to free him. On Saturday, a rescue team of Venezuelans, Peruvians and Americans took three hours to dig him out. He was alert and only had minor leg injuries, and hopefully no internal injuries. This small bit of good news gave the team a boost.
The number of people in need of surgery is overwhelming. They keep coming by foot, carried in wheelbarrows, or on other people's backs. My colleagues and I have not stopped working, providing as much first aid as we can under tents, while rushing to scale up our surgical capacity.
On Saturday morning, we set up a makeshift operating theater in a shipping container that used to be a pharmacy. The surgical team performed 20 surgeries, several amputations, and even a laparotomy (abdominal surgery). In the neighborhood of Cité Soleil, my colleagues were able to set up two operating theaters at Choscal Hospital, and they are working around the clock with hundreds of patients in need of surgery. Teams are working like this throughout the city―in neighborhoods like Martissant, Delmas and Carrefour―but we are running out of medical supplies in several facilities, as well as fuel for our refrigerators to keep medicines and vaccines effective.
The destruction here is enormous. Almost every school I have seen since last Tuesday has collapsed. The same thing for markets, public structures and homes. The health infrastructure was weak before the earthquake, and neglected by international donors, but no public-health system could have prepared for a disaster like this. Rebuilding this city will take years.
―Ms. Chouinard is the head of mission of Doctors Without Borders in Haiti.
A lot of amputees and the paralyzed will need lifelong care
January 19, 2010
By Jeanne Cabeza and Michelle Chouinard
I thought I was going to die when the earth shook. I was at Pacot, the Doctors Without Borders physical rehabilitation center in Port-au-Prince. Five minutes after the quake, people were banging on our door in need of help. There were four of us, including a fourth year nursing student with minor injuries, and we worked all night. The janitor helped with bandages. It was quickly overwhelming from a medical standpoint: Within a few hours there were hundreds of people in need of surgery.
I see some people and can't believe they are alive. They have extreme crush injuries, partial amputations, and open fractures. A mother helped me bandage her infant, whose left hand was gone. It took an hour, but once the baby was bandaged, she was calmer. I can't imagine what the mother is going through. I changed the bandages on a little girl and it took me a while to see the wound, but part of her skull was missing. She needs immediate reconstructive surgery.
A young man, about 23, had a traumatic crush injury. He was looking all right, young and strong, but his leg was dead and had to come off. If you can remove gangrenous limbs, you can save people. But we couldn't, and the next day he died of sepsis. Another woman seemed to be doing well―she was talking―and I was optimistic to the point of reassuring her family. But within minutes she collapsed. We tried to resuscitate her but she died, maybe from a huge clot. I don't have X-rays, so I don't know.
I see tons of stuff in the emergency room in Los Angeles―gunshot wounds to the head, car crashes―but the injuries here are just so, so terrible. It's like putting your finger in the dike, because for the first day we could only offer first aid like IVs, antibiotics, pain medications and bandages.
More wounded come to us everyday, praying and shouting, but it is less chaotic because people have died. I can't begin to express how uplifting it was when our first backup teams arrived on Friday morning. Now we can start to do something more. We have set up some temporary operating theaters. I was working earlier with a surgeon performing some emergency amputations―nothing fancy, but lifesaving.
The thing is, after surgery it's not like patients can go home. Many have no homes to go back to. And they will need a lot of follow-up care, wound debridements (the removal of dead or infected tissue), dressing changes, infection and pain control. A lot of amputees and the paralyzed will need lifelong care.
I know it's not easy for amputees anywhere, but Port-au-Prince is not a flat place and getting around is tough. One woman I am caring for is paraplegic. It is going to be really hard on her and her family. They will have to take care of her for the rest of her life. There are countless others in similar situations.
I still don't know what happened to a lot of my Haitian colleagues. But more and more show up every day to help. I see them, not sure if they had even survived, and we're crying as they tell me how they lost a brother or sister, a husband, a wife or a child. Then everyone gets to work.
Even though it seems like everyone has lost someone, their home, their way of life, it is amazing how people are helping each other. A lot of children have been orphaned. There is one beautiful little boy, who is about four years old. I don't know where he came from or how he got into our makeshift hospital compound, because he doesn't really have any injuries. I asked him if he was alone, and he told me, "Yes, I am alone, but I'm here with my friends." I look around and all of his friends are people he doesn't know, all waiting for surgery.
―Dr. Cabeza is the medical coordinator of Doctors Without Borders in Haiti.
I can't remember what I have done for the past five days. I have no time to think about what's going on around me. I just do the work that needs to be done.
Right after the earthquake, I remember hearing the voice of our guard on the walkie-talkie saying over and over again: "The hospital collapsed! The hospital collapsed!" I tried to get there by car, but it was impossible, so we walked. It was eerily quiet even though everyone was on the streets.
The sun set quickly, and when we arrived it was already dark. Trinité Hospital was one of the only trauma care centers in Port-au-Prince, and the people arriving for care panicked somewhat when they saw the hospital was destroyed.
We immediately began helping people out of the rubble, treating them on the street all through the night without much light. Two nurses managed to crawl out of the collapsed hospital, shocked and traumatized, and we could hear the voices of others. A Haitian colleague―a gifted doctor―was among those we freed. But he died shortly after being pulled from the wreckage. That hit the team hard.
By Friday we thought there was no one left alive, because the voices stopped. Then we heard a young man talking, and we quickly sent him food through the cracks and water through a tube, waiting for specialized help to free him. On Saturday, a rescue team of Venezuelans, Peruvians and Americans took three hours to dig him out. He was alert and only had minor leg injuries, and hopefully no internal injuries. This small bit of good news gave the team a boost.
The number of people in need of surgery is overwhelming. They keep coming by foot, carried in wheelbarrows, or on other people's backs. My colleagues and I have not stopped working, providing as much first aid as we can under tents, while rushing to scale up our surgical capacity.
On Saturday morning, we set up a makeshift operating theater in a shipping container that used to be a pharmacy. The surgical team performed 20 surgeries, several amputations, and even a laparotomy (abdominal surgery). In the neighborhood of Cité Soleil, my colleagues were able to set up two operating theaters at Choscal Hospital, and they are working around the clock with hundreds of patients in need of surgery. Teams are working like this throughout the city―in neighborhoods like Martissant, Delmas and Carrefour―but we are running out of medical supplies in several facilities, as well as fuel for our refrigerators to keep medicines and vaccines effective.
The destruction here is enormous. Almost every school I have seen since last Tuesday has collapsed. The same thing for markets, public structures and homes. The health infrastructure was weak before the earthquake, and neglected by international donors, but no public-health system could have prepared for a disaster like this. Rebuilding this city will take years.
―Ms. Chouinard is the head of mission of Doctors Without Borders in Haiti.
2010年1月14日星期四
不撒谎
Live Not By Lies
活着，并且不撒谎
作者：[俄罗斯]亚历山大・索尔仁尼琴Alexander Solzhenitsyn
译者：阮一峰
原载1974年2月18日《华盛顿邮报》，A26版
At one time we dared not even to whisper. Now we write and read
samizdat, and sometimes when we gather in the smoking room at the
Science Institute we complain frankly to one another: What kind of
tricks are they playing on us, and where are they dragging us?
gratuitous boasting of cosmic achievements while there is poverty and
destruction at home. Propping up remote, uncivilized regimes. Fanning
up civil war. And we recklessly fostered Mao Tse-tung at our expense--
and it will be we who are sent to war against him, and will have to
go. Is there any way out? And they put on trial anybody they want and
they put sane people in asylums--always they, and we are powerless.
有一段时间，我们不敢说话，只是偷偷地通过地下出版物交流思想。我们偶尔会聚在科学院的吸烟室，互相抱怨："政府到底在玩什么把戏？到底想把我们怎样？"周围是铺天盖地的对全宇宙最高成就的吹嘘，而现实中的贫穷和堕落却随处可见。这个政府还扶植那些落后国家的傀儡政府，煽动内战。我们还傻乎乎地出钱，把毛泽东培育起来。最终，还是我们这些人被送上战场，去与他作战，他们逼着你去。我们有出路吗？他们想审判谁，就审判谁。他们把正常人关进疯人院。他们掌握一切，我们无能为力。
Things have almost reached rock bottom. A universal spiritual death
has already touched us all, and physical death will soon flare up and
consume us both and our children--but as before we still smile in a
cowardly way and mumble without tounges tied. But what can we do to
stop it? We haven't the strength?
情况已经糟到不能再糟了。一场全面性的精神死亡，正降临到我们所有人头上。肉体的死亡很快也会来临，我们和我们的子孙都无路可逃。但是我们一如既往，还在怯弱地装出笑容，毫不费力地表示顺从。我们能够阻止这一切吗？我们真的没有力量吗？
We have been so hopelessly dehumanized that for today's modest ration
of food we are willing to abandon all our principles, our souls, and
all the efforts of our predecessors and all opportunities for our
descendants--but just don't disturb our fragile existence. We lack
staunchness, pride and enthusiasm. We don't even fear universal
nuclear death, and we don't fear a third world war. We have already
taken refuge in the crevices. We just fear acts of civil courage.
为了得到自己那份吃不饱的口粮，我们无可救药地就把人性抛弃了，把我们所有的原则、我们的灵魂、前人的所有抗争、后人的所有机会都抛弃了，只为了让自己能够可怜地生存下去。我们缺乏忠诚、自豪感和热忱。我们不害怕核武器，也不害怕第三次世界大战，我们已经是废墟中的难民了。我们只害怕作为一个公民，做出有勇气的行为。
We fear only to lag behind the herd and to take a step alone-and
suddenly find ourselves without white bread, without heating gas and
without a Moscow registration.
我们害怕落在人群的后面，走出自己独立的一步。我们害怕一夜之间就失去了面包、失去了暖气、失去了莫斯科的户口。
We have been indoctrinated in political courses, and in just the same
way was fostered the idea to live comfortably, and all will be well
for the rest of our lives. You can't escape your environment and
social conditions. Everyday life defines consciousness. What does it
have to do with us? We can't do anything about it?
我们一直在各种政治学习中被洗脑，一直被教导要活得顺从，你想要好好活着就要听话。个人无法逃脱他的时代和社会。每天的生活都在考验一个人的良知。他们想把我们怎么样？我们真的无能无力吗？
But we can--everything. But we lie to ourselves for assurance. And it
is not they who are to blame for everything-we ourselves, only we. One
can object: But actually toy can think anything you like. Gags have
been stuffed into our mouths. Nobody wants to listen to us and nobody
asks us. How can we force them to listen? It is impossible to change
their minds.
不，我们可以的，可以做到每件事。但是为了不自找麻烦，我们宁愿对自己撒谎。该被谴责的人，不是他们，而是我们自己。但是，你能够做到反对，即使一个傀儡也能自由思想。我们的嘴被封住了，没人想听我们的意见，也没人来问我们。我们怎样才能强迫他们倾听我们的声音？改变他们的心意是不可能的。
It would be natural to vote them out of office-but there are not
elections in our country. In the West people know about strikes and
protest demonstrations-but we are too oppressed, and it is a horrible
prospect for us: How can one suddenly renounce a job and take to the
streets? Yet the other fatal paths probed during the past century by
our bitter Russian history are, nevertheless, not for us, and truly we
don't need them.
在选举中，不把票投给他们是很自然的想法。但是我们的国家没有选举。在西方，人们可以罢工和上街抗议，但是在我们这里，这些是被镇压的。对我们来说，有些事情哪怕只是想一想，都很恐怖，要是一个人突然辞去工作，走上街头，会怎样？上个世纪，在俄罗斯苦难的历史中，人们尝试过其他更激进的道路，但是这些道路对我们不合适，我们真的不需要这些方法。
Now that the axes have done their work, when everything which was sown
has sprouted anew, we can see that the young and presumptuous people
who thought they would make out country just and happy through terror,
bloody rebellion and civil war were themselves misled. No thanks,
fathers of education! Now we know that infamous methods breed infamous
results. Let our hands be clean!
靠斧头办事的年代已经过去了，现在的一切与以前完全不同了，只有那些少不更事和自以为是的人，才会以为通过恐怖主义可以达到目的。流血的暴动和内战都已经行不通了。如果有人还要教导我们这样做，我们只能说谢谢。现在我们知道，坏的方法只会导致坏的结果。请让我们保持清白！
The circle--is it closed? And is there really no way out? And is there
only one thing left for us to do, to wait without taking action? Maybe
something will happen by itself? It will never happen as long as we
daily acknowledge, extol, and strengthen--and do not sever ourselves
from--the most perceptible of its aspects: Lies.
出口是不是已经关上了？真的没有其他路出去吗？我们是不是只能眼睁睁地坐着不动？幻想美好的结果会自然而然地发生？只要我们日复一日地选择接受谎言、赞美谎言、加强谎言（而不是与它决裂），那么就不会有不一样的事情发生，生活就不会有任何不同。
When violence intrudes into peaceful life, its face glows with
self-confidence, as if it were carrying a banner and shouting: ``I am
violence. Run away, make way for me--I will crush you.'' But violence
quickly grows old. And it has lost confidence in itself, and in order
to maintain a respectable face it summons falsehood as its ally--since
violence lays its ponderous paw not every day and not on every
shoulder. It demands from us only obedience to lies and daily
participation in lies--all loyalty lies in that.
起初，暴政刚刚出现的时候，它的脸上洋溢着自信，好像挥舞着旗帜，高喊："我是暴政。滚开，为我让路。我将捏死你们。"但是，暴政很快就会衰老，对自己失去自信，为了维持脸面，它只好找到谎言作为同盟，因为它无力将可怕的爪牙每时每刻放在每个人的肩头。它要求我们服从谎言，要求我们永久性成为谎言的一份子。这就是它所要求的全部忠诚。
And the simplest and most accessible key to our self-neglected
liberation lies right here: Personal non-participation in lies. Though
lies conceal everything, though lies embrace everything, but not with
any help from me.
要想找回我们自暴自弃的自由，最简单、最容易的方法就是，你作为个人绝不参与谎言。虽然谎言遮天蔽日，无处不在，但是休想从我这里得到支持。
This opens a breach in the imaginary encirclement caused by our
inaction. It is the easiest thing to do for us, but the most
devastating for the lies. Because when people renounce lies it simply
cuts short their existence. Like an infection, they can exist only in
a living organism.
只要我们不合作，铁筒一般的包围圈就有一个缺口。这是我们能做到的最简单的事情，但是对于谎言，却是最具有毁灭性。因为只要人们不说谎，谎言就无法存在。它就像一种传染病，只活在那些愿意说谎的人身上。
We do not exhort ourselves. We have not sufficiently matured to march
into the squares and shout the truth our loud or to express aloud what
we think. It's not necessary.
我们并不做出激烈的举动。情况还没有成熟到，可以允许我们走上广场，大声喊出真相，或者大声表达我们的心声的地步。这样做是不必要的。
It's dangerous. But let us refuse to say that which we do not think.
虽然有危险，但是让我们拒绝说出我们不认同的话。
This is our path, the easiest and most accessible one, which takes
into account out inherent cowardice, already well rooted. And it is
much easier--it's dangerous even to say this--than the sort of civil
disobedience which Gandhi advocated.
这就是我们的道路，最为简单易行，只需要我们重新审视内在的、已经植根于我们天性之中的怯弱就行了。它比甘地提倡的不合作主义，还要容易做到得多，虽然这样说并不可取。
Our path is to talk away from the gangrenous boundary. If we did not
paste together the dead bones and scales of ideology, if we did not
sew together the rotting rags, we would be astonished how quickly the
lies would be rendered helpless and subside.
我们的道路，就是不说那些已经烂掉的东西。只要我们不把已经死亡的意识形态的骨骸重新拼起来，只要我们不把烂麻袋重新缝起来，我们就会看到，谎言枯萎和崩溃的速度是多么惊人。
That which should be naked would then really appear naked before the
whole world.
让那些原来就该暴露的东西，赤裸裸地暴露在全世界面前。
So in our timidity, let each of us make a choice: Whether consciously,
to remain a servant of falsehood--of course, it is not out of
inclination, but to feed one's family, that one raises his children in
the spirit of lies--or to shrug off the lies and become an honest man
worthy of respect both by one's children and contemporaries.
虽然我们每个人都是胆怯的，但是让我们做出一个选择。要么你自觉地作为一个谎言的仆人（当然，这并非由于你赞成谎言，而是由于你要养家，你不得不在谎言之中把孩子们养大），要么你就脱掉谎言的外套，变成一个忠实于自己的人，得到你的孩子和同时代人的尊重。
And from that day onward he:
从今以后，你
* Will not henceforth write, sign, or print in any way a single phrase
which in his opinion distorts the truth.
* 不以任何方式书写、签署、发表任何一句在你看来不是真话的句子。
* Will utter such a phrase neither in private conversation not in the
presence of many people, neither on his own behalf not at the
prompting of someone else, either in the role of agitator, teacher,
educator, not in a theatrical role.
* 不在私下或公开场合，以宣传、指导、教授、文艺演出的形式，自己说出或鼓动他人说出，任何一句在你看来不是真话的句子。
* Will not depict, foster or broadcast a single idea which he can only
see is false or a distortion of the truth whether it be in painting,
sculpture, photography, technical science, or music.
* 不描述、培育、传播任何一个你认为是谎言或是歪曲真相的思想，不管它的形式是绘画、雕塑、摄影、科技、或者音乐。
* Will not cite out of context, either orally or written, a single
quotation so as to please someone, to feather his own nest, to achieve
success in his work, if he does not share completely the idea which is
quoted, or if it does not accurately reflect the matter at issue.
* 不以口头或书面的形式，不为了个人利益或个人成功，引用任何一句取悦他人的话，除非你完全认同你所要引用的话，或者它确实准确反映了实情。
* Will not allow himself to be compelled to attend demonstrations or
meetings if they are contrary to his desire or will, will neither take
into hand not raise into the air a poster or slogan which he does not
completely accept.
* 不参加任何违背你心意的集会或游行，也不举手赞同任何一个你不完全接受标语或口号。
* Will not raise his hand to vote for a proposal with which he does
not sincerely sympathize, will vote neither openly nor secretly for a
person whom he considers unworthy or of doubtful abilities.
* 不举手为任何一个你不真心支持的提议背书，不公开或秘密投票给任何一个你觉得不值得或怀疑其能力的人。
* Will not allow himself to be dragged to a meeting where there can be
expected a forced or distorted discussion of a question.
* 不同意被拉去参加任何一场可能强奸民意或歪曲事实的讨论会。
* Will immediately talk out of a meeting, session, lecture,
performance or film showing if he hears a speaker tell lies, or purvey
ideological nonsense or shameless propaganda.
* 如果听到任何一个发言者公然说谎，或者传播意识形态垃圾和无耻的洗脑宣传，你应当立即退出该会议、讲座、演出、或者电影放映场合。
* Will not subscribe to or buy a newspaper or magazine in which
information is distorted and primary facts are concealed.
* 不订阅或购买任何歪曲事实或者隐瞒真相的报纸或杂志。
Of course we have not listed all of the possible and necessary
deviations from falsehood. But a person who purifies himself will
easily distinguish other instances with his purified outlook.
当然，我们不可能罗列全所有可能的和现实中的谎言的变种。但是，一个纯洁地活着的人，应该可以很容易的看出什么是真的，什么是假的。
No, it will not be the same for everybody at first. Some, at first,
will lose their jobs. For young people who want to live with truth,
this will, in the beginning, complicate their young lives very much,
because the required recitations are stuffed with lies, and it is
necessary to make a choice.
如果你这样选择，那么从一开始，你的生活就将发生巨变。对于某些人来说，他们很快就会失去工作。对于那些想寻找真相的年轻人，他们的青春岁月很快就将变得非常坎坷，因为要求背诵的内容中充满了谎言，你不得不做出选择。
But there are no loopholes for anybody who wants to be honest. On any
given day any one of us will be confronted with at least one of the
above-mentioned choices even in the most secure of the technical
sciences. Either truth or falsehood: Toward spiritual independence or
toward spiritual servitude.
对于所有那些想要诚实生活的人，是没有第三条路的。任何一天，我们中的任何一个人，都面临着至少一种上述选择，即使是在最没有意识形态色彩的科技领域也是如此。要么选择真相，要么选择谎言，要么选择精神的独立，要么选择精神的奴役。
And he who is not sufficiently courageous even to defend his soul-
don't let him be proud of his ``progressive'' views,and don't let him
boast that he is an academician or a people's artist, a merited
figure, or a general--let him say to himself: I am in the herd, and a
coward. It's all the same to me as long as I'm fed and warm.
任何一个胆小到不敢捍卫自己灵魂的人，就不配说自己有"进步的"观点，就不配自称为学者、艺术家、将军、或者其他尊称。他只能对自己说:"我是一个听话的人，我是一个懦夫。只要能够吃饱穿暖，让我说什么做什么都可以。"
Even this path, which is the most modest of all paths of resistance,
will not be easy for us. But it is much easier than self-immolation or
a hunger strike: The flames will not envelope your body, your
eyeballs, will not burst from the heat, and brown bread and clean
water will always be available to your family.
即使这样一种反抗是所有反抗中最轻微的，也是很不容易做到的。但是，它还是比自我牺牲或者绝食要容易得多，你的身体和你的眼睛不会受到伤害，你家不会被断暖气，也不会被切断面包和清洁的饮用水的供应。
A great people of Europe, the Czhechoslovaks, whom we betrayed and
deceived: Haven't they shown us how a vulnerable breast can stand up
even against tanks if there is a worthy heart within it?
捷克斯洛伐克人民是欧洲伟大的人民，我们背叛和欺骗了他们。他们向我们证明了，只要有一颗勇敢的心，即使最柔弱的躯体，也是能够站起来对抗坦克的。（译注：此处指1968年的布拉克之春。）
You say it will not be easy? But it will be easiest of all possible
resources. It will not be an easy choice for a body, but it is only
one for a soul. No, it is not an easy path. But there are already
people, even dozens of them, who over the years have maintained all
these points and live by the truth.
你说这样做很困难？但它是所有可能的方法中最容易的一种。对于你的肉体，这不是一个容易的选择；但是对于你的灵魂，这是唯一的选择。已经有这样的人，数量甚至已经达到了几十个，他们已经坚持上面的标准许多年，只说真话而活着。
So you will not be the first to take this path, but will join those
who have already taken it. This path will be easier and shorter for
all of us if we take it by mutual efforts and in close rank. If there
are thousands of us, they will not be able to do anything with us. If
there are tens of thousands of us, then we would not even recognize
our country.
所以，你不是第一个采用这种方法的人，你将成为已经这样做的人们中的一员。如果我们共同努力，密切合作，这条道路将变得更容易和更短一些，对我们所有人都是如此。如果这样的人达到了几千个，他们就对我们无计可施。如果这样的人达到了几万个，那么我们将发现我们的国家变得完全不一样了。
If we are too frightened, then we should stop complaining that someone
is suffocating us. We ourselves are doing it. let us then bow down
even more, let us wait, and our brothers the biologists will help to
bring nearer the day when they are able to read our thoughts are
worthless and hopeless.
如果我们被吓破了胆，那么我们就不要再抱怨，别人在压迫我们，是我们自己在这样做。我们只好弯下腰等着，让生物学家把我们的猴子兄弟变得更进化一些，等到那一天，它们可以读懂我们的思想是多么的没有价值和没有希望。
And if we get cold feet, even taking this step, then we are worthless
and hopeless, and the scorn of Pushkin should be directed to us:
如果我们临阵退缩，连不参与撒谎都不敢做，那么我们就是没有价值和没有希望的。普希金的讽刺用在我们头上正合适：
``Why should cattle have the gifts of freedom?
"为什么要给畜牲自由？"
``Their heritage from generation to generation is the belled yoke and
the lash.''
"它们一代代的命运就是套上枷锁，接受鞭挞。"
（完）
不撒谎
WASHINGTON POST
Feb.08th, 1974
Feb.08th, 1974
Live Not By Lies
Alexander Solzhenitsyn
Solzhenitsyn penned this essay in 1974 and it circulated among
Moscow's intellectuals at the time. It is dated Feb. 12, the same day
that secret police broke into his apartment and arrested him. The next
day he was exiled to West Germany. The essay is a call to moral
courage and serves as light to all who value truth.
At one time we dared not even to whisper. Now we write and read
samizdat, and sometimes when we gather in the smoking room at the
Science Institute we complain frankly to one another: What kind of
tricks are they playing on us, and where are they dragging us?
Gratuitous boasting of cosmic achievements while there is poverty and
destruction at home. Propping up remote, uncivilized regimes. Fanning
up civil war. And we recklessly fostered Mao Tse-tung at our
expense—and it will be we who are sent to war against him, and will
have to go. Is there any way out? And they put on trial anybody they
want and they put sane people in asylums—always they, and we are
powerless.
Things have almost reached rock bottom. A universal spiritual death
has already touched us all, and physical death will soon flare up and
consume us both and our children—but as before we still smile in a
cowardly way and mumble without tounges tied. But what can we do to
stop it? We haven't the strength?
We have been so hopelessly dehumanized that for today's modest ration
of food we are willing to abandon all our principles, our souls, and
all the efforts of our predecessors and all opportunities for our
descendants—but just don't disturb our fragile existence. We lack
staunchness, pride and enthusiasm. We don't even fear universal
nuclear death, and we don't fear a third world war. We have already
taken refuge in the crevices. We just fear acts of civil courage.
We fear only to lag behind the herd and to take a step alone-and
suddenly find ourselves without white bread, without heating gas and
without a Moscow registration.
We have been indoctrinated in political courses, and in just the same
way was fostered the idea to live comfortably, and all will be well
for the rest of our lives. You can't escape your environment and
social conditions. Everyday life defines consciousness. What does it
have to do with us? We can't do anything about it?
But we can—everything. But we lie to ourselves for assurance. And it
is not they who are to blame for everything—we ourselves, only we. One
can object: But actually toy can think anything you like. Gags have
been stuffed into our mouths. Nobody wants to listen to us and nobody
asks us. How can we force them to listen? It is impossible to change
their minds.
It would be natural to vote them out of office—but there are not
elections in our country. In the West people know about strikes and
protest demonstrations—but we are too oppressed, and it is a horrible
prospect for us: How can one suddenly renounce a job and take to the
streets? Yet the other fatal paths probed during the past century by
our bitter Russian history are, nevertheless, not for us, and truly we
don't need them.
Now that the axes have done their work, when everything which was sown
has sprouted anew, we can see that the young and presumptuous people
who thought they would make out country just and happy through terror,
bloody rebellion and civil war were themselves misled. No thanks,
fathers of education! Now we know that infamous methods breed infamous
results. Let our hands be clean!
The circle—is it closed? And is there really no way out? And is there
only one thing left for us to do, to wait without taking action? Maybe
something will happen by itself? It will never happen as long as we
daily acknowledge, extol, and strengthen—and do not sever ourselves
from the most perceptible of its aspects: Lies.
When violence intrudes into peaceful life, its face glows with
self-confidence, as if it were carrying a banner and shouting: "I am
violence. Run away, make way for me—I will crush you." But violence
quickly grows old. And it has lost confidence in itself, and in order
to maintain a respectable face it summons falsehood as its ally—since
violence lays its ponderous paw not every day and not on every
shoulder. It demands from us only obedience to lies and daily
participation in lies—all loyalty lies in that.
And the simplest and most accessible key to our self-neglected
liberation lies right here: Personal non-participation in lies. Though
lies conceal everything, though lies embrace everything, but not with
any help from me.
This opens a breach in the imaginary encirclement caused by our
inaction. It is the easiest thing to do for us, but the most
devastating for the lies. Because when people renounce lies it simply
cuts short their existence. Like an infection, they can exist only in
a living organism.
We do not exhort ourselves. We have not sufficiently matured to march
into the squares and shout the truth our loud or to express aloud what
we think. It's not necessary.
It's dangerous. But let us refuse to say that which we do not think.
This is our path, the easiest and most accessible one, which takes
into account out inherent cowardice, already well rooted. And it is
much easier—it's dangerous even to say this—than the sort of civil
disobedience which Gandhi advocated.
Our path is to talk away fro the gangrenous boundary. If we did not
paste together the dead bones and scales of ideology, if we did not
sew together the rotting rags, we would be astonished how quickly the
lies would be rendered helpless and subside.
That which should be naked would then really appear naked before the
whole world.
So in our timidity, let each of us make a choice: Whether consciously,
to remain a servant of falsehood—of course, it is not out of
inclination, but to feed one's family, that one raises his children in
the spirit of lies—or to shrug off the lies and become an honest man
worthy of respect both by one's children and contemporaries.
And from that day onward he:
Will not henceforth write, sign, or print in any way a single phrase
which in his opinion distorts the truth.
Will utter such a phrase neither in private conversation not in the
presence of many people, neither on his own behalf not at the
prompting of someone else, either in the role of agitator, teacher,
educator, not in a theatrical role.
Will not depict, foster or broadcast a single idea which he can only
see is false or a distortion of the truth whether it be in painting,
sculpture, photography, technical science, or music.
Will not cite out of context, either orally or written, a single
quotation so as to please someone, to feather his own nest, to achieve
success in his work, if he does not share completely the idea which is
quoted, or if it does not accurately reflect the matter at issue.
Will not allow himself to be compelled to attend demonstrations or
meetings if they are contrary to his desire or will, will neither take
into hand not raise into the air a poster or slogan which he does not
completely accept.
Will not raise his hand to vote for a proposal with which he does not
sincerely sympathize, will vote neither openly nor secretly for a
person whom he considers unworthy or of doubtful abilities.
Will not allow himself to be dragged to a meeting where there can be
expected a forced or distorted discussion of a question. Will
immediately talk out of a meeting, session, lecture, performance or
film showing if he hears a speaker tell lies, or purvey ideological
nonsense or shameless propaganda.
Will not subscribe to or buy a newspaper or magazine in which
information is distorted and primary facts are concealed. Of course we
have not listed all of the possible and necessary deviations from
falsehood. But a person who purifies himself will easily distinguish
other instances with his purified outlook.
No, it will not be the same for everybody at first. Some, at first,
will lose their jobs. For young people who want to live with truth,
this will, in the beginning, complicate their young lives very much,
because the required recitations are stuffed with lies, and it is
necessary to make a choice.
But there are no loopholes for anybody who wants to be honest. On any
given day any one of us will be confronted with at least one of the
above-mentioned choices even in the most secure of the technical
sciences. Either truth or falsehood: Toward spiritual independence or
toward spiritual servitude.
And he who is not sufficiently courageous even to defend his
soul—don't let him be proud of his "progressive" views, don't let him
boast that he is an academician or a people's artist, a merited
figure, or a general—let him say to himself: I am in the herd, and a
coward. It's all the same to me as long as I'm fed and warm.
Even this path, which is the most modest of all paths of resistance,
will not be easy for us. But it is much easier than self-immolation or
a hunger strike: The flames will not envelope your body, your
eyeballs, will not burst from the heat, and brown bread and clean
water will always be available to your family.
A great people of Europe, the Czechoslovaks, whom we betrayed and
deceived: Haven't they shown us how a vulnerable breast can stand up
even against tanks if there is a worthy heart within it?
You say it will not be easy? But it will be easiest of all possible
resources. It will not be an easy choice for a body, but it is the
only one for a soul. Not, it is not an easy path. But there are
already people, even dozens of them, who over the years have
maintained all these points and live by the truth.
So you will not be the first to take this path, but will join those
who have already taken it. This path will be easier and shorter for
all of us if we take it by mutual efforts and in close rank. If there
are thousands of us, they will not be able to do anything with us. If
there are tens of thousands of us, then we would not even recognize
our country.
If we are too frightened, then we should stop complaining that someone
is suffocating us. We ourselves are doing it. Let us then bow down
even more, let us wail, and out brothers the biologists will help to
bring nearer the day when they are able to read our thoughts are
worthless and hopeless.
And if we get cold feet, even taking this step, then we are worthless
and hopeless, and the scorn of Pushkin should be directed to us:
Why should cattle have the gifts of freedom?
Their heritage from generation to generation is the belled yoke and the lash.
2010年1月12日星期二
爱缝
连机带白水晶棺材（塑料手机盒子）捞起来，赶忙拔耳机，拆壳子，拿卫生纸吸水，包括各插孔。
试着关机，死活关不上。
继续擦干，卸SIM卡。上电吹风，500W，不敢调太热吹
变白苹果。
持续吹约1小时。
然后垫张报纸放电油汀上烘，最低档。
大约半小时后，居然听见传来闹钟铃声——小提琴《卡农》
过去拿起爱缝，黑着屏响闹钟，——见鬼了
摸摸屏幕，闹钟提示跳出来了，后面16个首页图标也出来了
大大松了口气
看见爱缝论坛上还有统计掉马桶的，有拿起来嘛事儿没有的，有折腾半天缓过劲儿的，有歇了二三天复活的，还有没活过来送去修理铺子的，最干脆的数这位——
掉进马桶里直接冲掉了。。。。。。。。。很省事。。。。。。。。
试着关机，死活关不上。
继续擦干，卸SIM卡。上电吹风，500W，不敢调太热吹
变白苹果。
持续吹约1小时。
然后垫张报纸放电油汀上烘，最低档。
大约半小时后，居然听见传来闹钟铃声——小提琴《卡农》
过去拿起爱缝，黑着屏响闹钟，——见鬼了
摸摸屏幕，闹钟提示跳出来了，后面16个首页图标也出来了
大大松了口气
看见爱缝论坛上还有统计掉马桶的，有拿起来嘛事儿没有的，有折腾半天缓过劲儿的，有歇了二三天复活的，还有没活过来送去修理铺子的，最干脆的数这位——
掉进马桶里直接冲掉了。。。。。。。。。很省事。。。。。。。。
摘
还是数据
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国庆六十周年全国三十一个省（区）直辖市的庆祝活动经费，加上北京的大阅兵支出，总计五千亿元。相当于北京奥运会全部开支的九倍，等於全国十亿农村居民年收入的总和！其中北京的阅兵、群众游行、焰火晚会、歌舞酒会等花费超过七百亿元，比北京市二OO八年度财政总收入还多出四十亿元。
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李华芳
世博在即，上海或跃在渊。罗天昊在FT中文网发表《上海："远东中心"梦渐远？》一文称，上海将利用2010年的世博会作为展示远东金融中心的契机，就像奥运会成功凸显了北京一样。但罗天昊认为这不会成功，因为上海已经错失了历史良机，与远东中心之梦渐行渐远。主要的理由是，一来上海在历史上的成功只是昙花一现，而长期的计划经济阻碍了上海的活力。随着亚洲其他城市的崛起，以及中国内部城市的发展，上海的影响力被进一步稀释了。
……
罗天昊较为有力的主张是，上海与长三角的其他城市之间，更多是倾向于竞争的关系；而珠三角的城市之间，其互补合作有更好的产业基础作为支持。
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"李庄伪证案"开审
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本刊记者 陈磊 发自重庆
"李庄伪证案直接诱因是，黎强案中著名学者赵长青的成功辩护，使得警方赫然发现，相对于前期轰轰烈烈的扫黑抓捕，现在最大的困境在于定罪"
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1. 期待之中
2. 有道理
3. 跳梁小丑的背后有大丑
牟春光 @ 2010-1-11 15:08 阅读(982) 推荐值(81) 引用通告 分类: 未归类
国庆六十周年全国三十一个省（区）直辖市的庆祝活动经费，加上北京的大阅兵支出，总计五千亿元。相当于北京奥运会全部开支的九倍，等於全国十亿农村居民年收入的总和！其中北京的阅兵、群众游行、焰火晚会、歌舞酒会等花费超过七百亿元，比北京市二OO八年度财政总收入还多出四十亿元。
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【金融城事25】搅局者深圳
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【金融城事25】搅局者深圳
李华芳
世博在即，上海或跃在渊。罗天昊在FT中文网发表《上海："远东中心"梦渐远？》一文称，上海将利用2010年的世博会作为展示远东金融中心的契机，就像奥运会成功凸显了北京一样。但罗天昊认为这不会成功，因为上海已经错失了历史良机，与远东中心之梦渐行渐远。主要的理由是，一来上海在历史上的成功只是昙花一现，而长期的计划经济阻碍了上海的活力。随着亚洲其他城市的崛起，以及中国内部城市的发展，上海的影响力被进一步稀释了。
……
罗天昊较为有力的主张是，上海与长三角的其他城市之间，更多是倾向于竞争的关系；而珠三角的城市之间，其互补合作有更好的产业基础作为支持。
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"李庄伪证案"开审
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本刊记者 陈磊 发自重庆
"李庄伪证案直接诱因是，黎强案中著名学者赵长青的成功辩护，使得警方赫然发现，相对于前期轰轰烈烈的扫黑抓捕，现在最大的困境在于定罪"
*********************************************************************
1. 期待之中
2. 有道理
3. 跳梁小丑的背后有大丑
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