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1.Outside the room, in the hall, I spoke to the doctor, "Is there anything I can do to-night?"
"No. There is nothing to do. Can I take you to your hotel?"
"No, thank you. I am going to stay here a while."
"I know there is nothing to say. I cannot tell you--"
"No," I said. "There's nothing to say."
"Good-night," he said. "I cannot take you to your hotel?"
"No, thank you."
"It was the only thing to do," he said. "The operation proved--"
"I do not want to talk about it," I said.
"I would like to take you to your hotel."
"No, thank you."
He went down the hall. I went to the door of the room.
"You can't come in now," one of the nurses said.
"Yes I can," I said.
"You can't come in yet."
"You get out," I said. "The other one too."
But after I had got them out and shut the door and turned off the light it wasn't any good. It was like saying good-by to a statue. After a while I went out and left the hospital and walked back to the hotel in the rain.
2.SHE walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies,
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meets in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which Heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair'd the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress
Or softly lightens o'er her face, 10
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek and o'er that brow
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,—
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent.
3.Maple Bridge Night Mooring
Moon set, crow cry, frost fills the sky,
River , maples, fishing-fires, cross my troubled sleep,
Beyond the walls of Soochow from Cold Mountain temple,
The middlenight bell sounds reach my boat.
4.In the morning I started on my way from Cang-wu，
in the evening i came to the Garden of Paradise
i wanted to stay a while in those fairy precincts,
but the swift-moving sun was dipping to the west.
i ordered Xi-he to stay the sun-steeds' gallop,
to stand over Yan-zi mountain and not go in,
Long,long had been my road and far,far was the journey:
i would go up and down to seek my heart's desire.
5. ......Discourses,whatever their status,form,or value,and regardless of our manner of handling them,would unfold in a pervasive anonymity.No longer the tiresome repetition:
"who is the real auther?"
"Have we proof of his authenticity and originality?"
"What has he reveled of his most profound self in his language?"
New question will be heard:
"What are the modes of existence of tis discourse?"
"Where does it come from;how is it circulated;who controls it?"
"what placements are determined for possible subjects?"
"Who can fulfill these diverse functions of the subject?"
Behind all these questions we would hear little more than the murmur of indifference:
"What matter who's speaking?"
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