I have just given an introduction to the day when I went to visit the Duke and Duchess (on the day of Princess Galmont's party). As you know, as early as this day, I had peeped into the return of the Duke and the Madame. Unexpectedly, when I peeked, I found a secret. Although it was only related to De Charles, the matter itself was not trivial, so that I have been dragging on until now, when I had the time to give it its proper place and space, I would like to make a narrative. On the top floor of the mansion, I had set up a very comfortable and beautiful observation point. From there, the ramp leading to the Bregini mansion was clear and uneven. It was beautifully decorated by the rose-colored decorative tower of the Marquis Fregut's mountain villa. It was Italian style, but above me. As I said, I gave up that observation point. I think it would be more convenient for the Duke and his wife to peep on the stairs. I'm a little sorry to give up that lofty residence. However, it was just after lunch that the mood of regret decreased a little, because if I had no chance to witness this in the morning, I would have seen the hearers at the Bregini mansion wiping chicken feathers, walking among the transparent and spacious mica stones, climbing steep slopes slowly and slowly, one by one, shrinking into oil in the distance. The figure in the picture, the mica stone is set off by the branch of the Red Hill beams. Although I lacked the observation of geologists, I could at least observe quietly like a botanist, peering through the shutters above the stairs at the duchess's delicate bushes and precious flowers and trees, which people had to leave in the yard as if they were forcing a young lover who was about to marry out. I thought to myself which insect would catch up with the chance to come and visit this group of self-dedicated but abandoned pistils. Curiosity gradually strengthened my courage. I went downstairs to the window on the ground floor. The window was open and the leaves were half closed. There was a clear noise in his ear, and he could not find me. I hid behind the curtain and remained motionless until I was afraid of being seen by Mr. De Charles. Then I suddenly sidetracked and saw Mr. De Charles with his big belly, grey hair and looking much older in the daytime. Go across the yard to Mrs. de Villebarisis's house. Mr. De Charles set a precedent, perhaps for the first time in his life, for his wife's physical discomfort, which was caused by a complete concern for Marquis Fiebwa's illness, and De Charles's bitter feud with the Marquis, who became a deadly enemy. The reason is clear. The Garments are different. They never stick to the social customs, but change them at will according to their personal habits. (They think that these habits are not the social habits, so it's not just laughing at the worthless things in front of them - socializing, like de Mar. That's what Mrs. Sant did. There were no visiting days, and she was busy receiving her girlfriend from ten to twelve in the morning. During this period, the Baron used to read books and find antiques and other things. He always visited from 4 p.m. to 6 p.m. At six o'clock, he went to the racetrack or for a walk in the woods. I stayed by the window for a moment, then stepped back to avoid being found out by Hubien; he would soon go out to work until dinner. For nearly a week, his niece took her female apprentices to a customer's house in the countryside to sew a dress, and he did not even go home every night. Thinking that nobody could find me, I decided not to hide in Tibet anymore. If miracles really happened, in case any insect could overcome many obstacles, not be afraid of mountains and distances, overcome difficulties and risks, as a messenger from a distant place to visit the first-class, unpolluted female flower, how could I miss this thousand years? A rare occasion. I know that the painful waiting of the female flower is not more passive than that of the stamen flower. The stamen always shifts its direction automatically so that insects can easily patronize it. Similarly, if insects come, the female flower here will show off its style and bow up like a hypocritical but fiery young girl in order to get its admiration. Quietly approaching it. The laws of the plant world itself are governed by more and more advanced laws. If an insect visits, i.e. pollination from another flower, it is generally a necessary condition for cross-pollination, because self-pollination and self-reproduction will lead to degeneration and infertility, just like continuous inbreeding within a family, while insect pollination will bring vitality to the offspring of the same kind that their predecessors did not possess. However, this leap in genetic variation will be too rapid, leading to uncontrolled flower development, so a special self-pollination behavior will occur in time, to suppress and control, so that the abnormal development of flowers tend to be normal, just like anti-mycin prevention and treatment of disease, thyroid control of obesity, failure to punish pride, sleepiness and depression of pleasure, Sleep dispels fatigue. How I think about development is described below, but I have come to a conclusion from the obvious cunning behavior of flowers about the unconscious part of literary works. It was then that I saw Mr. de Charles coming out of the Marquis's house. It was only a few minutes before he entered that he had learnt from the old relative or housemaid that Mrs. de Villebarisis was only slightly ill and had improved greatly or had recovered completely. At this time, Mr. De Charles thought that no one was looking at him, squinting in the sunshine, and the tension on his face, sustained by the power of intense conversation and will, was relaxed, and the vigor of his costume disappeared. His face * was as pale as marble, with a large nose and a well-proportioned contour of his face that no longer displayed a strange expression because of deliberate and critical eyes, which was detrimental to the beauty of the statue. It seemed that he was no longer just a member of Gelmont, but became Palamedes, who had erected a statue in Gombre Cathedral in the 15th Five-Year Plan. Although the five senses of his whole family were ordinary, they showed extraordinary beauty and tenderness on the face of Mr. De Charles. I really regret for him why he always pretends to be so rude, so strange and disgusting, why he is always so noisy, cold-hearted, angry and irresistible all his life, why he always hides his kindness and kindness in the guise of savagery when he came out of Mrs. de Villebarisis's house just now, I clearly saw his face full of pleasure, without affectation. In the sunshine, he blinked his eyes and almost smiled. From this seemingly calm and natural face, I found something, how affectionate and gentle it was. I couldn't help wondering how angry it would be if he found someone looking at it so carefully. I don't know that this man cherishes his masculinity very much and is proud of his masculinity. In his eyes, all men seem to have a disgusting femininity. However, the look, expression and smile on his body make me suddenly think of a woman.

(1) Son of Nauprius, king of Eupoa, in Greek legend, the hero of Troy's battle.

In order not to be discovered by him, I was about to move to another place, but it was too late, and there was no need. What did I see? In this courtyard, they must have never met before (Mr. De Charles went to Galmont House in the afternoon when Hubien was working), when the Baron suddenly opened his half-squinted eyes and stared at the former waistcoat tailor standing on the threshold of his shop, Hubien fiercely. Standing still and facing Mr. De Charles like a rooted tree, he looked astonishingly at the plump body of the aging baron. What is more surprising is that Mr. De Charles has changed his original attitude. In a moment, it seems that under the influence of the mysterious art rules, Hubien immediately made a gesture in harmony with it. The Baron tried every means to hide his excitement. Although he seemed so indifferent, he seemed reluctant to give up, pacing back and forth, staring blankly, thinking that he could try to show the beauty of his eyes, which was a pretentious, careless and ridiculous manner. The humble and kind look I've always known so well vanished in an instant --- perfectly matched with the Baron --- raised my head and added a conceited posture to myself. I shook my fist and waist, raised my buttocks and put on airs in a grotesque and casual way. It was like an orchid in a fancy fashion, attracting coincidences. Flying bumblebees. I really don't know how he could have such a disgusting face. But I never imagined that in this dumb play, he could play his part on the spot * (although he met Mr. De Charles for the first time in his life). The dumb play seemed to have been rehearsed for a long time; it was only when he was in a foreign country and met his fellow countrymen that he could have it. This tacit understanding of why we have ever known each other is exactly the same as a well-arranged scene in order to convey emotions.

However, this scene is not really funny, it also contains weird elements, if you like, or can say that it contains real natural things, it has its own beauty. Despite his indifferent manner and absent-minded droop of his eyes, Mr. De Charles raised his eyes from time to time and threw a fascinating glance at Shubi'an. (Perhaps he thought that on such occasions, such a pantomime could not go on indefinitely, perhaps for some understandable reason, or for the lament of the fleeting passing of all things in the world, which prompted people to hope to play endlessly, and in one move, all acts of love became extremely touching.) Every time Mr. De Charles glanced at Bian, he tried to make his eyes accompanied by a voice, which was quite different from those of ordinary people who were not familiar with or ignorant of life. He looked at Hubien, and the odd, straight look in his eyes said, "Forgive me for daring, but you have a long white line on your back." Or he said to you, "I may not be mistaken. You are probably Zurich too. I seem to meet you in antique shops." In this way, every two minutes, Mr. De Charles's eye-catching autumn wave seems to strongly ask the same question to Hubien, just like Beethoven's short inquiry sentences, which appear repeatedly at the same interval, accompanied by an excessively gorgeous prelude, to elicit new motives, variations and thematic reappearance. On the contrary, however, the beauty of the eyes of Mr. de Charles and Hubien seems to be that they do not seem to intend to achieve a certain purpose, at least for the time being. For the first time in my life, I saw Baron and Hubien show such amazing beauty. In each other's eyes, it is not the blue sky of Zurich, but the morning light of an oriental city that I do not yet know its name. Whatever it was, Mr. de Charles and the tailor seemed to have reached an agreement, and the superfluous look was just a prelude to etiquette, like an engagement dinner before marriage. Closer to nature is that this series of comparisons is very natural in itself, and there will be such a situation, the same man, if he carefully looked at him for a few minutes, he will successively become an ordinary person, a human bird, a mermaid, a human worm - as if there were two birds, a male, a female, and a male in front of his eyes. The bird managed to move forward, but the female bird, Xu Bian, was indifferent to such tricks. He just combed his feathers and looked at his new friends without surprise. His eyes grew dull and careless. Since the male took the initiative to take a few steps, it was probably the only one that could do the most to catch his soul. Finally, Hubien felt that it was not enough to remain indifferent. From convinced that he had conquered the other party to tempt him to pursue and love, Hubien immediately decided to go out to work and walk out of the road. However, he looked around for two or three times before he hurried to the street. The Baron shivered with anger at the loss of his opponent's whereabouts (but still pretending to be extraordinary, whistling and shouting goodbye to the porter). The Porter was half drunk and was busy entertaining visitors in the cabin beside the kitchen, but could not hear him at all). He rushed out to the street in spite of many things and wanted to catch up. HUBIAN. Just as Mr. de Charles was buzzing out of the gate like a bumblebee, another real Bumblebee flew into the yard. Who knows if the insect that the orchid has been longing for has sent her rare pollen? Without this pollen, she would probably have spent her whole life on her boudoir. However, I did not concentrate on watching insects for fun, because a few minutes later, Hubien turned back and followed the baron, attracting more and more attention. (Perhaps Mr. De Charles suddenly appeared, Hubien was excited for a moment, or for other more natural reasons, forgot to take a bag of something with him. Only then does he return to fetch it. The Baron made up his mind and decided to speed things up. He opened his mouth to borrow a fire from the tailor, but immediately apologized, "Look, I borrowed a fire from you, but I found myself forgetting to bring a cigarette." The courtesy of hospitality triumphs over the courtesy of false courtesy." Come in, please. Anything you need will be satisfied." The tailor said, with a scornful look on his face * suddenly turning into a full face of laughter. The door of the shop closed behind them, and I couldn't hear anything anymore. The Bumblebee had no idea where it was and whether it was the insect urgently needed by orchids, but I had no doubt that a rare insect could miraculously combine with an involuntary flower. Let's just talk about Mr. De Charles. (A simple comparison of powers is just some kind of unexpected coincidence, but no matter what kind of coincidence, comparing some laws of botany with what people sometimes pretend to be homosexual, without any attempt to pretend to be scientific). For many years, he always went into this mansion while Hubien was away. But this time, Mrs. de Villebalisis was uneasy. She accidentally met the tailor. Through him, she had made a good fortune which belonged to a baron. As you can see, many people in the world may be much younger and more handsome than Hubien, but it was such a man who helped the baron to become a good luck. Barons can enjoy their lewd pleasure in the world: a man who loves old gentlemen. Lady Camellia

It took me a few minutes to realize all this. Many of the characteristics of invisible existence are intertwined with reality. Only when an opportunity arises can we get a clue of reality from them. Anyway, I can't hear what the tailor and the Baron are talking about anymore. I'm very upset. Just then, I found the rental shop, which was just a thin wall away from Hubby's home. If you want to sneak into that shop, you just need to go upstairs to our apartment, go through the kitchen, go down the stairs dedicated to domestic servants into the cellar, and through the cellar you can go through the whole yard to the place in the basement. A few months ago, woodworkers had piled up cabinet wallboards there, where Xu Bian had planned to store charcoal, and then climbed several steps to enter the shop. In this way, my whole passage is hidden, and no one can find me. This approach is far more cautious. However, I did not do so, but walked along the fence and around the yard in the open air, trying not to be seen. Sure enough, nobody found it, but I think it's more a coincidence than how smart I am. There are probably three reasons why I should have made such a careless decision, assuming at least one. First, because I can't wait. Secondly, I think of the scene that Montessorvan hid in front of Miss Vandeyi's window. My heart is palpitating and I feel a little scared. Indeed, similar situations I have experienced are often characterized by extreme carelessness and incredibility. Although every action is secret, it is always full of risks. It seems that fear is reward for such actions. The third reason is a bit of a joke. I'm embarrassed to talk about it, but I know very well that this factor plays a crucial role in the subconscious. In order to understand --- and to expose --- Saint Luke's military principles, I have closely followed the situation of the Boer war, and since then I have unconsciously revisited the stories of ancient adventures and travels. I read so fascinatingly that I imitated it in my daily life to bolster myself. Whenever I get sick, I can't sleep for days and nights. I can't even lie down without eating or drinking. I'm exhausted and I feel painful. I can't hope to be saved any more. At this moment, I will think of a tourist who ate poisonous weeds by mistake, collapsed on the beach, wrapped in clothes soaked in sea water, had a high fever and shivered all over, but two days later, he turned better. They set an example for me and added courage, hope and shame to my temporary frustration. Facing the British army, the Boers were not afraid. They never retreated when they needed to charge forward. They fought for the Bush in the rain of bullets and bullets. In the predicament of having no defensive fortifications, they fought to the death. When I thought of them, I couldn't help thinking, "I'd like to see how I could be so cowardly. The battlefield is my own yard." At the time of the Dreyfus incident, I participated in duels several times without any fear. Now, the only cold arrow I worry about is the eyes of my neighbours. Besides, they have other things to do and have no time to look around in the courtyard."

When I entered the shop, I tried to avoid squeaking on the floor, and realized that I could hear a clear picture of what a rash and lucky Mr. Hubien and Mr. de Charles were when there was movement in their shop.

I dare not move. The Gelmont's groom went out on his master's errand and carried a ladder into the shop I was hiding in, next to the tool room. If I climb up the ladder, I will be able to open the air window. Everything can be heard clearly, just like staying at Hubi to settle down. But I'm afraid of making a noise. Besides, it is not necessary. Although it took a few minutes to sneak into the shop, I don't regret it. I began to hear only a few incoherent sounds from the Hubi'an house, from which I could judge that they did not speak much. It was a terrible sound. If not for every sound accompanied by a high eight-degree groan, I would have thought that someone was killing in the next room. After that, the murderer and the resurrected victim would work together to clean up the traces of the crime. Later, I learned that the world can scream and scream like pain, that is, happiness, especially happiness - for example, adding some kind of fear, fear of conceiving a child, but the "Biography of the Saints" has a similar untrustworthy example, which can never be the case at present - a little worried, afraid to make out. Dirty. About half an hour later (here, I crept up the ladder and looked in through my unopened air window), the two sides began to talk. Hubien refused to accept the money that de Charles intended to give him.

Half an hour later, Mr. de Charles came out. How did you shave your chin so smooth? "How beautiful is it to have a beautiful moustache?" asked the Baron in a tender voice. Bah! How disgusting! The Baron answered.

However, the Baron stood at the door and delayed, inquiring about the situation in the residential area of Shubian. You don't know anything about the chestnut seller across the street? It's not the one on the left. That guy hates it. It's the big, happy black man on the right. There's also the drugstore owner across the street who hired a cyclist to deliver his medicine politely. After listening to these questions, Hubien must have been a little impatient. He looked like a woman who loved to show off her amorous feelings. After being rejected, Hubien stood up full of resentment and answered, "I see you, always in the twilight of the day." This reproach, with a painful, cruel and strange tone, undoubtedly moved Mr. de Charles. In order to dispel the bad impression caused by curiosity, he begged for Hubien in a low voice, so that I could not hear what he was saying. I presumably hoped that they would stay in the shop for a little longer and the tailor would be moved by it. The pain in his face vanished, and he looked carefully at the rich, red face under the baron's gray hair, with a look of surprise, as if his self-esteem had been deeply satisfied, and he had made up his mind to answer Mr. De Charles's request, but he had said a few words before accepting it. Daya's words: "You, it's a real toss!" He smiled with excitement, arrogance and gratitude, and said to the baron, "OK, go, big and small!"

"I inquired about the tram driver again," said Mr. de Charles, stubbornly, "because it was somewhat useful for me to go home anyway. Sometimes I do condescend and run after someone whose body interests me, like Harifa, who mixes up as an ordinary vendor and wanders around Baghdad City. I agree with Bergott on this. Even if one day he had to appear in court to defend himself, what he said would not be used to persuade the judge, but would still be driven by his special literary temperament and his interest, full of Bergott's unique words. Mr. De Charles talked to the tailor in exactly the same language as he used in dealing with the people in the upper circle, and even his eccentricities were even worse. Perhaps because he was trying to overcome his inner cowardice, he was overpride, or because he was too timid to be himself (in different ways). People in different classes tend to be more embarrassed, which leads to his self-exposure and his personality * being exposed to the outside world. In Mrs. Nader Gelmont's words, he's really arrogant and a little crazy. In order not to lose her trace, "he continued," I am like a little teacher, like a handsome young doctor, following the little man and jumping on the same tram. We use the term'she'just to follow the usual rules (for example, when people talk about which prince, they will ask: Is Your Highness safe in dragon's body?). If she changed, I would immediately pull out the odd thing called a "transfer ticket" and sign it. Perhaps the ticket was full of plague bacteria. Although the ticket was returned to me, the number was not always No. 1! In this way, sometimes I have to change my car three or four times. Sometimes, at 11 o'clock in the evening, I was left alone at Orleans Station, but how could I go home? Just leave Orleans Station! For example, I followed to Orleans, where I went into a pressurized carriage, with pictures of the main architectural masterpieces in the transportation network between the craft triangle, the so-called "baggage rack". There is only one seat in the carriage. The historical monument opposite me is a view of the Orleans Cathedral. This church is the ugliest one in France. But I have to look at it with tired eyes. It's like someone forced me to stare at the lines of an optical pen and glass ornament, which makes my eyes inflamed. I got out of the car with my young man in O'Brie. Unfortunately, her family (I imagined her shortcomings, but I didn't expect a home) was waiting on the platform! As I waited for the car to take me back to Paris, I was filled with frustration and relied only on the home of Diana de Poitier. Although the place once attracted an ancestor of my deacon in the palace, I preferred the great beauty with flesh and blood. To eliminate the boredom of going home alone, I would like to meet a sleeping car attendant or a tram driver. But, "Don't be disgusted," concluded the baron. "It's just an interesting question. As you have said, I don't want to take possession of their bodies as far as the young men in the upper class are concerned, but I have to touch them to be at ease. I'm not talking about touching their bodies, but touching them. Heart chord. As long as a young man is not indifferent to my letter, but is sure to return it, he has been completely possessed by my soul, and my heart will be at peace, or at least, if not soon disturbed by another, my heart will be at peace. That's weird, isn't it? Oh, how many gentlemen do you know who often come here in the upper class? No, my baby. Oh, no, there's a brown-haired, tall, wearing single glasses, always smiling and changeable. I don't know who you want to refer to." Mr. De Charlus did not know the tailor had met a person he was not familiar with, and later he could not even remember the color of his hair. There were more such nobles than people thought. However, I understand this weakness of Hubien. He's talking about Brown hair, but I think it must be blonde. It seems that the man's appearance is exactly the same as that of Duke Chartrello.

(1) Successor of Mohammed, leader of Islamic countries.

"Let's talk about dudes who are not common people," continued the baron. "Right now, my mind is all about a strange boy, a smart little Buljoa, who treats me rudely. He didn't realize that I was an extraordinary big man, and he was just a small hairy boy. Anyway, in any case, that little donkey can yell at my dignified bishop's robe at will." Bishop!" Shubian gave a cry of surprise. He did not understand Mr. de Charles's last words at all. He was shocked to hear the word "bishop". It's not just fun to follow religion." He murmured. There were three Popes in my family, "explained Mr. de Charles." There was a cardinal title, so I had the right to wear a red robe, because my great uncle was a cardinal, and his niece gave my grandfather a Duke title, which was replaced and inherited. I don't think you know anything about these hints and are indifferent to French history. In addition, "he added, not so much to conclude, as to remind the other party," those young people are very attractive to me, but they hide from me, it must be because of fear that they keep away from me and dare not speak out loud about their love for me. Their temptation first requires them to have prominent social status. Besides, they pretend to be indifferent, which may have the opposite effect. They are so stupid that they will turn me off in a long time. For example, in order to avoid the duches'jealousy during the renovation of our mansion, it is a great honor to express to me that I have received you for a few days in what you call the'hotel'. A floor waiter was familiar with me. I saw him and asked him to be a curious little'waiter'. He was responsible for closing the curtain for me, but he ignored my suggestions all the time. Later, I was so angry that in order to prove to him that my intention was pure, I sent him a surprisingly high sum of money and asked him to come to my room and talk for five minutes. But I waited for him for half a day in vain. From then on, I hated him so much that I even went out on servant-only trails and didn't want to see the ugly face of that little bastard. Later, I learned that he had never received my letters, which were cut off halfway. The first one was intercepted by a jealous floor waiter, the second one was intercepted by the honest porter on duty, and the third one was taken away by the porter on night duty. He loved the waiter and followed Diana the moon goddess when she got up. He sleeps. However, my dislike for him did not diminish. Even if I offered the waiter to me like carrying game on a silver tray, I would push him aside with one hand and feel nauseous. Oh, I shouldn't. We're talking about business. Now we're done with each other about what I'm looking forward to. But you can give me a hand, you can be a middleman, oh, no, I'm excited at the thought of it. I don't think it's over.

As soon as the play started, it seemed to my shining eyes that De Charles had undergone a radical and rapid revolution, as if he had been touched by a magic wand. Until then, I had never understood or witnessed it. Sin (for the sake of language convenience, as everyone says) this elf, as long as it ignores its existence, it will quietly accompany you invisibly, without exception. Kindness, treachery, fame and social intercourse are never exposed at will. People always keep their secrets. Even Odysseus did not recognize Athena at first. However, God and God can quickly see through each other, and people of the same kind can also see through each other at a glance, such as Mr. de Charles was seen through at a glance by Hubien. So far, facing Mr. De Charles, I was like a careless person, standing in front of a pregnant woman who did not pay attention to her heavy body. When she smiled, she said to him again, "Yes, I am a little tired now." He did not know the funny way to get to the bottom of the question: "Where on earth are you uncomfortable?" Once someone gave him a break, "She's pregnant," he suddenly found her shy stomach, two eyes stared at. Indeed, reason opens its eyes, and error enhances its eyesight.

Some people do not want to take Mr. de Charles's popularity as an example to prove this rule. They are acquaintances and have not been doubted for a long time. Until one day, on the plain and unimaginable appearance of a fellow who is no different from others, the cherished sex of the ancient Greeks who wrote in steganographic ink and have not yet revealed the true facts is a mystery. If they recall how many times they have almost done something stupid in life, they will fully understand that the world around them has been exposed naked from the very beginning, stripping away all kinds of disguises, and the more educated people are, the better they are at hiding. For example, there is such a man, in his individuality * face, people simply can not see that he is a woman's brother, fiance or lover, is about to open her mouth to scold her "a good tiger!" Fortunately, someone muttered to them, and they swallowed back the unfortunate word that had slipped to their mouth. So, just as the words "Mane", "Thcel", "Phars" appeared on the pink wall, there was an immediate comment that he was the woman's brother, fiance or lover or something, and should not talk about her "tigress" in his face. This new concept alone will lead to a series of reorganizations. In the past, opinions of other members of her family will be cancelled or retracted, and then they will be fully adjusted and supplemented. Despite his attachment to another man, Mr. de Charles made him different, like the half-man, half-horse god, the man who became one with the baron, I never found out. Now, abstract things are concrete, once he is recognized, he immediately loses his invisibility. Mr. de Charles has changed his body and changed his appearance, so that not only his changeable voice, but also his past ups and downs with me. In a word, I have never understood anything so far. All of a sudden, all of them can be seen clearly. It is like a line of words. If the letters are torn apart and disordered, they can not explain anything. If they are rearranged according to the normal word order, they can express the thought of a clock, and they are not easy to forget.

(1) According to the Bible, when the king of the Galactic Kingdom of Babylon, Belshazzar, drank a large banquet on the first day, he saw someone's fingers appear and wrote these words on the chalk wall. The prophet was asked to explain that the end of the state of Babylon had arrived, and the whole country would be divided into the Reasons and Persians.

Besides, I finally understand why I thought Mr. de Charles was a woman when I saw him coming out of Mrs. de Villebalisis's house just now: she's a real woman! They are not so contradictory as they seem. Their ideal is masculinity, because they are born with feminine temperament. In life, they are just not different from other men in appearance. Everyone's eye plane is concave with a figure, without exception, which is engraved on people to observe the universe. In the eyes of all things, but in the eyes of people of their kind, it is not the beautiful image of fairies, but the image of beautiful men. These people are always under the burden of curse and have to live by deceiving themselves and betraying their faith, because they also know that their desires are shameful and punishable, so they can not be told, but it is this contradiction that creates the sweetest pleasure in life; they have to abandon themselves. For even Christians, when they appear in court, become defendants, and in the face of Christ, and in the name of Christ, they have to defend themselves for almost all their lives; they are orphans who have lost their mothers, and they have to lie to their mothers all their lives, or even to their mothers. Until the last moment of closing their eyes for their mothers; they are merciless and unjust friends, although their charm is often universally recognized and touches many people's emotions, although their hearts are often good, won many people's favor, however, the relationship that survives through lies can be called friends. Love? Once the impulse of trust and sincerity springs from the heart, the relationship will be disgusted. Unless one is lucky to meet a person who is fair and even compassionate, this kind of person is often led astray by habitual psychology and even regards open evil as love, although this kind of love does not fit in with him, as if it had been. Judges, for reasons of original sin and racial nature, are more likely to suspect and accuse homosexuals of homicide and Jewish rebellion. But --- I just outlined the first point, and you can see that it will be revised later, and that it will make them furious, at least according to this point of view, if it is not for those who indulge in fantasy and who view everything imaginatively to expose their contradictions. People, lovely possibilities * almost shut them out, the hope of love gives them strength, takes the risk of all kinds of * colors * and endures all kinds of loneliness, because their love is just a man, and this man has no woman's characteristics, can't have sex * wrong desire, so it is impossible to have love for them. Love. If they can't buy real men with money, if they are not driven by fantasy and mistake the homosexuals who sell their bodies as real men, the result is that their desires will never be satisfied. Their fame is at stake. Their freedom is so overwhelming that once their sins are exposed, they will have nothing. Their stormy status is like a poet. The night before, they were favored by all the salons and won the applause of London theaters. But the next day, they were driven out of their apartments, drifting away without sending, and unable to hit their sleeping pillows. The cushion head, like Samson pushing the stone mill, utters the same sigh:

Both sexes will die out independently

The characters in the Bible are a mighty warrior.

In times of great misfortune, victims will be pitied by most people, just as Jews all tend to Dreyfus, but once they are no longer unlucky, they will not even get a trace of compassion - sometimes socially intolerable - and then be rejected by their peers, exposed to the true face of others to arouse disgust, in the clear. The mirror reveals its original shape. Instead of beautifying their true image, the mirror reveals all kinds of ugliness and distortions that they do not want to see in their hearts, and ultimately awakens them. They call it "love" (they play with words, and in a social sense they play with poetry, painting, music, equestrian, abstinence). Everything they can talk about is called their own love) not because of the ideal of beauty they believe, but because of an incurable disease: they are like Jews (only a few of them only want to associate with people of the same race, always with common polite expressions and habitual banter on their lips), avoiding each other. Chasing people who are most at odds with them, refusing to be with them, forgiving their rudeness and being intoxicated by their courtesy; but once they are rejected and humiliated, they will form a group with their peers and eventually form a peer group after suffering persecution similar to that suffered by the Selen. Someone's physical and spiritual personality *, these personalities * occasionally make people happy, but often disgusting, they are relaxed in their interaction with the same kind of people (some people are more close to hostile races and have more in common with each other sexually and emotionally), by contrast, they seem to be least suspicious of homosexuality on the surface, although this kind of person is full of ridicule. Ironically, people who fall deeper and deeper in homosexuality are even dependent on each other's existence, so on the one hand, they deny that they belong to the same group (the word itself is a great insult), while on the other hand, when some people are hard to hide their true face, they take the initiative to uncover the mask, rather than say it. It's more to apologize for doing harm to people (which they hate) than to seek out the history of homosexuality as doctors diagnose appendicitis. It's like saying that Socrates is one of them. It's like Jews flaunting Jesus as a Jew, but they don't want to think about it. If sex is normal, then there is no abnormal thing in the last world, just as there was no anti-Christian before Christ was born; nor did they ever think about it, but the evil caused by shame, because it only allows those who ignore all preaching, all models and all punishments to exist. On the contrary, it relies on a kind of innate virtue, which is incompatible with his personality (although it may also have some noble moral qualities), and is far more disgusting than some evils, such as theft, atrocities, injustice, etc. These evils are more comprehensible, and therefore easier to be forgiven by ordinary people; Compared with Freemasons, they are broader in scope, more efficient and less suspicious, because they are supported by the consistency of interests, needs and habits, the risks they face, the initial attempts, the knowledge they have mastered, the transactions they make, and even the language they use. In their society, Members who wish not to make acquaintances with each other can immediately identify their peers by a natural, habitual, conscious or unintentional action of the other, and tell the beggar that he is closing the door for him is a noble person; tell the father that he is the fiance of his beloved daughter; tell the person who wants to seek medical treatment, confess or defend himself. Doctors, priests, and lawyers he had visited; they had to keep secrets, but they all knew some of the privacy of others, and people outside the world had no slight suspicions about them. In their view, incredible adventure stories were true and credible; because they were not in keeping with the spirit of the times. In the legendary life, ambassadors make friends with convicts, while princes, though sometimes naturally showing the elegant demeanor of noble education, can not be compared with the trembling townspeople, conspire with gangsters and thieves once they step out of the duchess's residence; these people are disdained by the human community, but they play a decisive role and suffer. When they doubt, they are not present, when they are not suspicious, they are arrogant, unscrupulous and unpunished; they have associates everywhere, whether in the civilian class, in the army, in temples, prisons, or even in the throne, without exception; they, at least most of them, are close to people of the same kind, and they are sweet. It is dangerous, provocative, and has nothing to do with themselves. Because of the blindness or hypocrisy of others, the game is easy to play and lasts for many years until the scandal is exposed and the domesticator eats his own evil effects and is swallowed up; before that, they have to pretend their own lives and want to pay no attention to them. They have to shift their sight, but they have to pay attention to it. They have to be easy to describe many objects in their speech. Compared with the psychological pressure they endure, this social pressure is insignificant. Indeed, their bad habits, or the behavior that the word "bad habits" is difficult to express, force them to treat themselves rather than others. It causes great psychological pressure so that this kind of behavior does not constitute any bad habits in their own eyes. However, some people are more practical and eager to deal with things. They have no time to do business, neglect simplifying their lives and strive to win time through cooperation. They then split up and form two groups. The second group is totally free to do business with him. We are all made up of people of the same colour.

It's shocking for the poor people from other provinces. They have no relatives, no possessions. They only hope to become famous doctors and lawyers one day. They still lack ideas and manners, but they hope to develop them as soon as possible to decorate their small rooms in Latin District, just like they buy furniture for decorating themselves. Ornaments imitate what they see in some "upstart" houses. These "upstarts" are engaged in profitable and serious occupations. How they wish to be among them and become famous at one stroke. For these people, they unconsciously develop special interests, such as blind hobbies in painting and music. Perhaps their only unique feature, deep-rooted and irreplaceable, makes them miss a useful gathering that concerns their future one night. What they want to imitate is the way the gatherer talks and behaves, and the way they think, dress and dress. In their neighbourhood, they almost only associate with their classmates, teachers or some successful fellow countrymen, but they soon find other young people who share a special interest that brings them closer to each other, just like in a small town, because they share a common interest in chamber music and medieval ivory art. Assistant teachers form friendship with notaries. Because they treat their leisure objects with the same utilitarian nature and common professional ideas to guide their career, they meet unexpectedly in places where no pedestrians are allowed to enter. Here, they gather fans of antique snuff boxes, Japanese copperplate prints and exotic flowers, because there are fans here. The pleasure of learning from each other, the benefits of sharing, of course, there are fears of competition, such as in the stamp market, the deep understanding between experts and the frantic competition among collectors. Moreover, even those who have special seats in the cafe do not know who is gathering in the cafe, and it is not clear that fishing is the result of confusion. The Association, the Editorial Society, or the Anders'Children's Association, each dressed, dignified and indifferent, dared only glance secretly at the fashionable dandy boys, Playboys, who were competing to show off their mistresses a few metres away. Some people admired these boys, but they did not. Twenty years later, when some of them were about to learn something about toilets and some of them had become the elders of a certain circle, they learned that the most attractive person was Charles, who had a big stomach and grey hair. He was just like them, but in another society, he was different. External markers, unusual appearance characteristics, their unique so that they can not understand his details. However, today's societies have developed somewhat. For example, the Left Alliance is different from the Socialist Alliance, and the Mendelssohn Music Association is different from the Holy Music Academy. As a result, a group of radicals sometimes gather at another dinner table at night, wearing bracelets under their sleeves and necks. Chain, deliberately staring at the eyes, laughing and touching each other, forced the middle school students present to avoid slipping away. Although the cafe hosts for them were indignant, they were only treated politely. Their mood was like hosting Dreyfus at night. If they did not get the benefit of tipping, they would take the initiative early. I went to the police.

People who are not bound by secular opinions just oppose the interests of the lonely to those professional societies. On the one hand, there is not much mystery in these societies, because they only imitate the behavior of the lonely. The loners think that their incomprehensible love has nothing in common with organized evil. On the other hand, there is a certain mystery, because these different classes are in line with different physiological types, but also adapt to pathology or just different stages of social evolution. In fact, the loners will inevitably integrate into these societies one day, sometimes purely because of boredom, and sometimes for convenience (for example, those who dare to be hostile eventually have to make phone calls at home, receive Jena family members or go shopping at Bodan stores). Generally speaking, they are not very popular in these societies, because in their relatively innocent lives, on the one hand, they lack experience, on the other hand, they are too indulgent in fantasy to extricate themselves, so they are branded with a more profound feminine particularity * personality * imprint, while those experts try their best to eliminate it. Except for this kind of mark. It must be admitted that in these newcomers, that femininity is not only concentrated in their hearts, but is obvious, disgusting, and when the wind blows, they tremble, like hysteria, and when they hear a shrill laugh, they will be shocked, unlike human beings, like dark circles of eyes. The gloomy, clawed monkeys, however, wear tailless dresses and big black ties, all of which make the new members suspected of being unacceptable by those who are far less innocent than them. Nevertheless, they were eventually accepted and enjoyed all kinds of conveniences. Business and large enterprises have changed the lives of individual people and enabled them to acquire things that were too expensive or even difficult to find before. In the past, things that they could not find alone among the dense people are now flooding. The disaster drowned them.

However, although there are numerous ways out of the predicament, for some people, the social pressure is too heavy, these people often come from those who have not yet caused mental pressure for themselves, they still mistakenly think that their love way is quite rare. Let's leave aside those who think they are superior to women because of the special nature of their habits, who despise them and regard homosexuality as a product of great genius and glorious times. When they try to get their interests praised, the goal they seek is not those who think they are born with such qualities, such as morphine. Addicts are naturally fond of morphine, but people they think deserve it. The high enthusiasm seems to be preaching, just as others preach Zionism, refuse military service, Saint-Simonism, vegetarianism or zheng-free fujianism. Some people go to sleep, if someone suddenly bursts into the room one morning, they will surely find that they are showing an amazing woman's head, its manner is extremely illustrative, symbolizing the whole woman*, the hair itself gives confirmation, how feminine when curled, how naturally braided when unfolded, how clothed. On her cheeks, people can't help wondering that this young woman, this girl, Galatar, has just unconsciously woken up from the man who imprisoned herself. She has not consulted anyone, but is skilled in using the tiny exit of the cage to get everything necessary for her life. Undoubtedly, the handsome young man would not admit, "I am a woman." Even if - for all possible reasons - he lived with a woman, he would deny her that he was a woman and swear to her that he had never had a relationship with a man. But as long as she saw what we had just shown, and saw him lying in bed in his pajamas with bare arms and dark hair showing his neck, the pajamas would suddenly become a woman's underwear, and the head would come off as a beautiful Spanish girl's head. The hostess is bound to be terrified of what is going on in front of her. This situation is more truthful than words, and trustworthy than actions themselves. Even if it has never been revealed, the actions themselves can not be proved soon, because anyone will act according to their own desires, and if this person is not too evil, he will go to the opposite sex. Pursue pleasure. For homosexuals, evil does not begin with making friends (because all kinds of factors can restrict making friends), but with having fun with many women. The young man we've just tried to describe is a woman, and it's so obvious that the woman who once stared at him (unless it had a special interest) was not so disappointed, just as the woman in Shakespeare's comedy was depressed by a young girl dressed up as a handsome teenager. It's also deception. Gays and lesbians know it very well. He feels vaguely how disappointed his wife will be when his disguise is removed. What a rich source of creative fantasy poetry is this misconception of sex. Moreover, even if he refused to admit to the demanding hostess (if she was not a Gomoore woman), "I am a woman", it would not help. How cunning and clever the unconscious but obvious woman in him was, and how persistent he was in searching for male organs like a climbing plant! Just look at the curly hair that falls on the white sleeping pillow. It's not hard to understand that if this young man can't help slipping out of his parents'palms despite his parents' instructions, he's never going to look for a woman. The hostess can punish him and lock him up, but the next day, the Yin-Yang man can still fall in love with a man, just as morning glory always stretches its tendrils to the place where the picks or rakes are placed. We admire the emotional charm on the man's face, the beauty that men do not possess, and the gentle nature, but when we learn that the young man is looking for a boxer, why do we regret it? This is a different aspect of the same reality. The person we dislike will also be the most touching person, far more touching than the charming world, because he represents the amazing unconscious nature* power; despite the temptation of sex* his own confirmation of sex* reflects his unspoken mind, which he yearns for is caused by the society at first. Faults made him difficult to reach. For some people, especially those who were extremely shy in childhood, they hardly considered the physical components of their enjoyment, as long as they could associate it with the appearance of men. However, another kind of person has to give them a strict positioning of physical enjoyment, the feeling is undoubtedly more intense, this kind of person may cause ordinary people's disgust because of its outspoken. They may be different from the former group, living only under Saturn's satellite, because for them, women are not completely excluded as in the eyes of the former group. For the former group, women are not called women if they do not chat, show off their amorous feelings and have no spiritual love. However, the latter group pursues women who love women, who can provide young men with the same pleasure they enjoy with young men, and what's more, they can get the same pleasure from men in the same way. The result is that for those who love the former group, only the pleasure of having sex with men can arouse their jealousy. Only this pleasure can constitute infidelity, because they never love women voluntarily, but reluctantly do it for the sake of customary reasons, in order to reserve the possibility of marriage for themselves. Ability *, but they rarely imagine the pleasure of love between men and women, so they can not tolerate their beloved men to enjoy the pleasure; the latter kind of people are often jealous because they have sex with women. The reason is that in their relationship with women, they play the role of another woman for a woman who loves a woman, and at the same time, women almost provide them with the pleasure they get from men, so that jealous boyfriend thinks that the man he loves is a man who seems to live apart from him. When a man's woman is married, he feels painful. At the same time, he feels that his beloved boyfriend is going to get rid of him. For those women, the man smells a little bit like a woman, but he doesn't realize it. Let's not mention the crazy teenagers, who are childish, deliberately teasing friends, offending parents, almost crazy about choosing clothes such as dresses, lipstick, thrush dai; these people don't mention it, because they often meet such people in the end, no matter how cold they are, but they can't stand it any more. The pain of my practice is that I will behave like a Protestant for a lifetime, trying to correct the mistakes made by evil in the past, but in vain, just like a young girl of Saint Germain who has gone into the devil, led a notorious and disgraceful life, broke away from customs, mocked her family, and straightened out. One day, they began to climb the slope of life again. Although they persevered, they had no results. They thought how interesting they were when they went downhill. Perhaps they could not control the downhill at that time. Finally, let's leave aside those who have concluded treaties with Gomer. We will introduce Mr. Dade Charles when he meets them. In a word, all kinds of people who have the chance to appear in pink ink are exempted from confession. To conclude this opening remark, we only talk about the lonely people we have just begun to introduce. They think they are special and have few bad habits, but they have already been pregnant with evil habits unconsciously, but they have been concealed longer than others. Once they find their own evil habits, they will live away from the noise and alone. Indeed, no matter whether they are poets, refined scholars or villains, no one knows at first that they are gay. For example, a middle school student who read love poems or pornographic paintings can't help but cling to a classmate and imagine that his desire for women can be expressed through his classmates. When he read the works of Mrs. De Lafayette, Racine, Baudelaire, Walter Scott, etc., he clearly realized the essence of his feelings, but he had little ability to observe himself, to appreciate the ingredients he had mixed in, to realize the emotional identity, but the object had other reasons and was not aware of it. What he longed for was Rob Buy, not Diana Vernon. At this stage, how could he feel different? In many people's homes, the instinct to guard carefully at a more sober intellectual outpost, the mirrors and walls of the bedroom are decorated with watermarking paintings of colored stones, all of which are actresses; they write poems and say:

In the world, I only love Chloe.

She has blonde hair and fairy beauty.

My heart is full of love.

The goddess of the sea in Greek mythology, the daughter of Nereus and his sister Doris.

At the beginning of life, is it necessary to place our feelings on it? Maybe in a few years, there will be no trace on them, just like these children, who are now blonde and may grow a typical brown hair in the future. Who knows if the pictures of those women are the beginning of hypocrisy and, for other gays and lesbians, the beginning of fear? However, it is such people who suffer from hypocrisy. It may not be enough to take another Jewish immigrant as an example to explain how insignificant the role of education is for them, how ingeniously they repeat their old tricks, and perhaps not to do anything as cruel as suicide (no matter how wary people are, madmen always commit suicide again). Just after throwing into the river, he was rescued, took poison, and got a hand | gun... It's about going back to your past life, where there's no lack of fun. People of different kinds can't understand, imagine, and even hate it. It's a life of constant danger, humiliation and terror. If you want to portray them, and do not have to imagine them as untamed beasts, you can imagine the so-called tamed lions. Although tamed, they are lions after all. At least you need to imagine the black people, who are disappointed with the comfortable life of the white people, because they love the risks of primitive life and its inconceivable. The joy of discussion. As soon as they find out that they can neither deceive others nor themselves, they retreat to the countryside and hide from their peers because of fear of perversion or temptation (they think they have few peers), and because of shame, they dare not see others. They can never really mature and fall into a melancholy state. Occasionally, on a dark Saturday night, they stroll along a path alone. Unexpectedly, at a crossroads, a childhood friend living in a nearby Castle waited for them without saying hello in advance. So they played the old tricks in the dark without saying a word. On weekdays, they come and go, talking about the world, never touching everything that happened in the past, as if they had done nothing in the past and should not do anything else. The difference is that in their interaction, they added a bit of cruelty, a bit of ridicule, a bit of regret and a bit of resentment, sometimes mixed with a bit of hatred. Hate. Next, the neighbor mounted his horse, pulled his mule, embarked on a dangerous journey, climbed dangerous peaks and slept in the snow; his friend blamed his bad habits on the weakness of his sex character, lived in a simple and timid society, and realized that his dissolute friend was now in the mountains thousands of meters above sea level, and that his bad habits could no longer survive on him. Sure enough, the other is married. However, the abandoned did not eradicate bad habits (although there are also curable examples of homosexuality). In the morning, he asked for fresh butter in the kitchen from the milkman himself. In the evening, he was so angry that he was disturbed. It's true that some homosexuals'lives sometimes change, and their bad habits (as they all say) will never show up in their habits anymore; but heaven and earth will never disappear and everything will be lost; hidden jewellery can be restored after all. Discovery. When a patient urinates less frequently, it is no doubt because he sweats too much and has to be excreted anyway. One day, the homosexual lost a young cousin, from his uncomfortable pain, you can see that his desire | hope is expressed through this love, which may be more pure, only for spiritual dignity, not for physical possession, in short, it is like a budget, total points. No change, but some of the expenditure has been transferred to other projects. For the same reason, just as some patients get urticaria, the opposite side of their daily pain disappears, homosexuals will temporarily replace some of their past habits because they have pure love for a young relative and their feelings will be transferred, but their disposition will be hard to change, and they will eventually relapse into old diseases and catch up with them again for a while. The vices of being replaced and cured.

Nevertheless, the married neighbor of the lonely man came back; his friend had to invite his husband and wife to come together, but he was ashamed of the young wife's beautiful appearance and her husband's tender feelings towards his wife. His wife was already happy and had to leave early and leave her husband behind; when the husband should go home, he invited friends to send him. After a journey, his friend had no suspicion, but when he reached the crossroads, he was suddenly overturned silently by the mountain man who was going to be his father. So they came and went again until one day, a cousin of the young woman moved to live far away from them. From then on, her husband took a walk with him every day. If the abandoned person comes to see him and tries to get close to him, he is always angry and refuses to leave the door. He is angry that the other party does not realize that he has made him hate. One day, however, a stranger was appointed by his unfaithful neighbor to come to his house, but the abandoned one was too busy to receive. Later, he realized the purpose of the stranger's visit. Mrs. Bovary

From then on, the lonely were depressed and depressed. His only pleasure was to go to a nearby beach bath and ask a railroad clerk about the situation. However, the clerk was promoted and appointed to work at the other end of France; the lonely man could no longer inquire about the time of the train, know the fares of the first-class carriage, and every time he went back to his small building to think of something wrong, he was always like Griserides, who stayed on the beach like an odd Andromeda. Da(2) No Argo hero came to rescue, and it was like a sterile jellyfish, dying slowly on the beach, or, before the train left the station, he stayed on the platform listlessly and glanced at the bustling passengers from time to time, which seemed cold, arrogant or careless to different kinds of people. It is like some insects to attract the same kind of shining light, but also like some flowers to attract insects to pollinate and dedicate nectar, can not deceive that fantastic pleasure, almost impossible to find the world's fans, this pleasure is so much desired, but now voluntarily delivered to the door, as our experts find peers, can finally talk about it. Strange language, for this language, which shabby guy on the platform pretends to be interested in a little material gain, like someone who runs to the French Public College, even though there is no audience in the Sanskrit classroom, they still go in to warm up inside. Jellyfish! Orchids! When I obeyed my instincts, Balbeck jellyfish made me sick; but if I were like Michelle, good at observing with natural history and aesthetics, I would be confronted with fragrant blue clusters. They are transparent and velvety like petals. Isn't it a lilac sea orchid? Like many creations in the animal and plant worlds, it is no different from vanilla that produces spices, except that its male organs are separated by a thick membrane of female organs. Without hummingbirds or some small bees pollinating among flowers, it will never reproduce without artificial insemination, as de Charles did. (The term fertilization here should take its spiritual meaning, because in material sense, the combination of male and male is infertile, but it can not be ignored that the only pleasure that can be felt is that someone can get it, and that "any life in the world" can pass on "his own voice, passion or fragrance" to others). He is right. That kind of unusual person, because although they are numerous, but the satisfaction of sexual desire for others is easy, and they depend on many factors of coincidence, the opportunity is too rare. For Mr. De Charles's flow of people (except for the situation that will soon be revealed, which is gradually perceived, as a result of intense sexual desire, which has to be pushed half way), mutual love, in addition to ordinary people, sometimes insurmountable difficulties, has added to their extreme. Special difficulties make it impossible for ordinary people to come to them with something rare. Moreover, if they happen to meet a good relationship, or a good relationship is bestowed by heaven, their happiness is far from that of a normal lover. It contains something extraordinary, one-hundred-mile, like hunger and thirst. A tailor was preparing to behave himself, but he was overjoyed when he met a gentleman with a big stomach and over half a century of age. Before that, there had been obstacles of all kinds and special repulsion. The hatred of the Capulet and Montague families was insignificant, but the obstacles were gram by gram. The rejection was offset by an unusual heavenly conjunction, which eventually led to love; the Romeo and Juliet had every reason to believe that their love was not a product of impulse, but a marriage predestined by the harmony of their temperaments, not only their own temperament, but also their own. It is the temperament of their predecessors, the inheritance of their ancestors, so that the people who are associated with them belong to them long before they are born and attract them. Their gravity can be compared with the power of manipulating the world, where we live past lives. Mr. De Charles distracted me from observing carefully whether bumblebees brought pollen that orchids had long hoped for. Thanks to a coincidence, orchids were lucky to be pollinated. How accidental this coincidence can be called a miracle. But what we have just witnessed is also a miracle. It belongs to almost one type, and its magical ingredients are not inferior. Once I look at this adventure from this perspective, everything seems to be beautiful in my eyes. In order to force insects to pollinate flowers, nature has created amazing tricks. Without insects, flowers cannot pollinate because the male flowers are far away from the female flowers. If the wind must ensure pollination, then the ingenious arrangement of nature will make pollen more easily dispersed from the stamens, so that the female flowers can be easily blown away. Naturally, it is no longer necessary to take advantage of the opportunity to obtain pollen so as not to secrete nectar. Since it is no longer necessary to attract insects to visit, or even to blossom corollas and attract flying insects, nature has also ingeniously designed to ensure that flowers are only fed by the pollen they need, and only the pollen they need can produce flowers and fruits and promote their secretion. His pollen has immune fluids; this variety of tricks does not seem to me more magical than the existence of this sex attachment, which is mandated to guarantee the sexual enjoyment of aging homosexuals: they are not attracted by all men, but only by older men than they are - because of some kind of thing ____________. The phenomenon of induction or coordination can be compared with that of pollination of trisomic heterostyls, such as dried flexuous flowers. Hubien has just provided me with an example of this appendage, but it is not as easy to grasp as other appendages. Although the other appendages are rare, any human plant specimen collector, any moral botanist can observe them. However, this appendage unfolds in front of them is a weak one. Young men, looking forward to a strong, pot-bellied Pentecost approaching him voluntarily, are indifferent to the young people's intimacy, just like the short-column monoecious flowers of Primulaceae. They will not bear fruit unless pollinated by the same short-column primula, but they are happy to welcome the long-column primula. Pollen patronage. As for Mr. De Charles, I realized afterwards that there were various combinations for him, among which the number of combinations, the instantaneity, and especially the few contacts between the two characters, made people think of the flowers in the garden, pollinated by the nearby flowers, but never touched the nearby flowers. Flowers. Indeed, for him, as long as some people were summoned to his house to listen to him for hours, his desire to ignite in an encounter could be extinguished. By simple words, a combination is easily achieved, just as the class Ciliata can be aggregated at will. Like what I have seen, he probably has had occasional experiences. That night, after the dinner at Galmont House was over, I was summoned by him. The Baron gave a fierce rebuke to the visitors, and was satisfied with it. Like some flowers, with the help of sudden force, they sprayed nectar on an insect at a long distance. Out of control for a while, he inadvertently became an accomplice. Mr. De Charles rose from the ruled to the ruler. He felt relieved of his uneasiness and gained peace. He sent out visitors, who soon lost their attraction to him. Finally, the reason for homosexuality is that the homosexuals are too similar to the women to have a beneficial relationship with them, so they obey a more advanced law, that is, the law of self-mating infertility, which is the existence of this law, resulting in how many monoecious flowers can not bear fruit. Indeed, homosexuals looking for men tend to be content with feminine homosexuals like them. As long as they do not belong to females, although they have female embryos, they can not use them. How many monoecious flowers, even some monoecious animals, such as snails, are no exception. They can not self-pollinate or fertilize, but they can successfully combine with other animals and plants of both sexes. Therefore, homosexuals are willing to associate themselves with the golden age of the ancient East or Greece. They can even go back to more distant times, to the experimental era when dioecious flowers and unisexual animals did not exist, to the primitive era of hermaphroditism, and to some male organ marks in women's bodies. Traces and male * some female * organ traces in the human body seem to retain primitive androgynous characteristics *. The gestures of Mr. Hubbian and Mr. De Charles, which I did not understand at first, were very interesting; like those of flowers called Compositae that seduce insects, Darwin said, these Compositae flowers tilt up half of their heads so that they can be found farther away, like some kind of heterostyledon falling down. Turn the stamens, bend them, open channels for insects, or offer them honey fog, just as flowers in the courtyard are releasing the fragrance of nectar, opening corollas and attracting insects. From this day on, Mr. De Charles must change the time of visiting Mrs. De Villebalisis, not because he could not see Hubien elsewhere at a more appropriate time, but because the afternoon sun and the flowers in the shrubs had been combined with their memories, just as they had been deeply impressed in my mind. The sea. Besides, he was not confined to recommending Mrs. de Villebarisis, the Duchess of Gelmont, and many distinguished customers to Bian's shop, but they preferred to use young embroidery girls, because a few ladies resisted the need for Bian or simply neglected him, and the Baron took action against them. The horrible means of revenge might be to open an operation on them to emulate them, or they might provoke him to confront his ruling chamber. He made Hubien's position more and more profitable until he was finally used as a secretary to establish his position. We can see how his position is. Ah! Thank you, Hubien. Sorensovas often said that she liked to belittle or elevate his good deeds, depending on whether someone was good to her or to others. Besides, there is no need for her to exaggerate or feel jealous about it, because she really likes Hubien." Ah! The Baron is a very kind man!" She added, "How nice, sincere and decent he is!" If I have a woman to marry, and a woman of great family, then I must marry her to the Baron with my eyes closed. But Franois, "said my mother calmly," this daughter, how many husbands should there be? Remember that you promised her to Hubien. Ah! "Madam," answered Franois, "it's because this is another good man who can make his wife's life happy. The world is divided into the rich and the poor. In fact, it is in vain. Poverty and wealth have no influence on human nature. Baron and Hubien are a type of person."

The characters in Boccaccio's Ten Days Talk are the symbols of loyal and virtuous wives.

(3) They are all Greek mythological figures. It is said that the King of Ethiopia, in order to avoid the disaster of the kingdom, tied his daughter Princess Andromeda to the rocks by the sea and was rescued by the hero Percius of Argo from being swallowed by sea monsters.

However, for this first discovery, I have greatly exaggerated its selectivity of selecting the best and selecting the best. To be sure, anyone like Mr. de Charles is an extraordinary creation, because if he does not compromise to the possibilities of life, he will devote his main energy to pursuing the love of a different kind of man, that is, a man who loves a woman (but this man will certainly not love him); I just found Hubi Anxianglan in the yard. In fact, there are a large number of people complaining about these unusual characters. In this book, you can see that the reason is that the prescription at the end of the book has been explained, even they complain too much, not too little. Because Genesis says that the two angels were ordered to guard the gates of Sodom to see if all the inhabitants of the city had done that kind of thing. The noisy voice once shocked God. People are deeply gratified that God chose two angels by mistake. At first, only one Sodom had to do the task. Even if this person repeatedly said, "I have six children, two mistresses..." It is also impossible to move God to lay down the shining sword voluntarily and punish lightly. God may reject: "Yes, if so, then your wife must be tortured by jealousy. But if these women aren't chosen by you in Gomoore, you're going to spend the night with one of Hebron's shepherds." Then God immediately ordered him to return to the city that would be destroyed by the rain of sulphur. But contrary to their wishes, all the shameful Sodom people were set free, even if they were like Lott's women and looked closely at young men, they would not become pillars of salt like that woman. As a result, they have many descendants and retain their habitual movements, such as those vagrants who pretend to be looking at shoes on display in the window, but as soon as a college student comes up, he turns his head. These descendants of Sodom City residents are so numerous that they can be described in another passage of Genesis: "If anyone can count the dust, then count the descendants." They live scattered around the world, seek various positions, and easily enter the most difficult places to join. The club. As a result, if a descendant of Sodom City is not accepted, the blackball objections are mostly the descendants of Sodom City, who inherited the lie that enabled their ancestors to escape from the cursed city and had to pay attention to condemning homosexuality. Sooner or later they will return to Sodom, which is quite possible. It is true that they have organized Oriental groups in all countries of the world who are well-educated, musical proficient and libelous, with both delightful qualities and intolerable defects. In the later chapters of this book, people can observe them more deeply, but for the moment, people want to prevent fatal mistakes, that is, to avoid people like to encourage Zionism, eventually leading to the creation of a Sodom descendant movement and the rebuilding of Sodom City. However, whenever Sodom descendants arrived in a city, they were eager to leave, so as not to be regarded as residents of the city. They married, went to other cities to interact with their mistresses, and got all kinds of proper entertainment there. Only when their city was empty and hunger drove the wolves out of the woods would they go to Sodom. That is to say, what happens here is almost the same as what happens in London, Berlin, Rome, Petrograd or Paris.

All in all, I didn't think so far that day before I went to visit the Duchess. I was only concentrating on the union of Hubien and Charles. I was sorry that I missed seeing bumblebees pollinate the flowers.