[同人创作] [安科/安价]与Vertin在都灵结识哲学家(不自量力写文&众筹头像中)

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• 火车车厢

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• 酒店大堂

• “沃拿美克氏”百货商店·奢侈品区

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• 罗马街

• 一处小巷

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• 你没用第三人称单数。

Look, look, who is this in front of you, with shoes hard as baguettes, clothes tattered as cobwebs, holding his hat in his arms to prove that he still has some gentlemanly dignity, like a whore fabricating her chastity? Oh, come on. You're gonna look at his stinking sweatshirt with compassion? When you smell that scent, you should realize this guy is just another mediocre one who let life hammer out his prostate.

Let me tell you who he is: an abject peasant who has lost his grape fields, a profugo who has fled Sicily to seek life in the North, who has cut their finger off by a machine, and spent all their slender compensation, whose son has fallen ill, and whose parents have died in the famine. Their lungs are chocked with chalk, stomach addicted to wine, and heart shedding blood in his chest. They left their body like a drifting ghost in the city of Turin and his soul like a walking corpse at the bottom of a pulpit. 

Stop fucking dwelling on those stuff. Do you realize what you've done? They could be an animal, a machine, a cell, a steely nail, anything but a man: history measures his labor, consumption, even destructive power, but does not estimate his value, pride, and feelings. Can't you use your wooden head to think twice before you do anything, just do a research, or write an application? How many of these vagabonds are there in the city of Turin, in the Kingdom of Italy, in the year of 1891? You raise their hopes with a few cheap lira, then indulge them in recovering their sleeping dignity, and put the wheel of history on the back of it?

Uh... Oh, you make me speechless. If you do not feel their hearts, they will die peacefully, and we will meet the future peacefully. History naturally turns them into numbers, into old photographs, into memoirs, isn't that enough? If you like, you can go into the library and get into the old papers and recreate their lives. But only if you now stay out of it! Is this your fucking humanism？ Is this your so-called hospice? You've ruined everything, everything!

• 街角·尼采宅邸

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• 客厅

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• 书房

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—— 阿尔蒂尔·兰波 《文字炼金术》[注]

• 书房

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[注]我不太喜欢这个译本。同时我知道浅红在看论坛！()
     兰波的诗很象征主义很宗教，看起来很适合1999给他一个神秘学家身份。建议大家阅读。

• 1.自残倾向()
  /* bbscode font error */传4:5：“愚昧人抱着手，吃自己的肉。
  完全可以字面意义解读嘛，既能连接世纪末的压抑心理，又能影射物质追求什么的……选了之后，写东西可能会更宗教一点，往超验啊什么的贴贴。
• 2.梦境相关
  比如梦境侵入现实什么的，来neta一点幻梦境()， 选了之后，可能会引入基金会搞心理的家伙们，比如麦斯麦家族的某个研究学者？
• 3.妍丽的危险
  搞一点和颓废主义、唯美主义相关的躯体化症状也可以。比如身上散发一点异香，长几束带刺的花，那样苏斯金就专业对口了。或者来点行为，比如不可停歇的舞蹈，说话全变感叹调(这个算了)什么的。
• 4.拜托你们了！
  谢谢读者们的奇思妙想。改改我的那几个想法也行。总之我是笨蛋!

暴雨症候群安价[1d6]

3.安价：[https://ngabbs.com/read.php?pid=724296646 准死者的华尔兹]R

“她跳起舞来，而且不得不跳到田野和草原上去，在雨里跳，在太阳里也跳，在夜里跳，在白天也跳。最可怕的是在夜里跳。
她跳到一个教堂的墓地里去，不过那儿的死者并不跳舞：他们有比跳舞还要好的事情要做。
她想在一个长满了苦艾菊的穷人的坟上坐下来，不过她静不下来，也没有办法休息。”
——安徒生《红鞋》
(是不是引这段就显得不太高级)
一种主题先由沉静转入有力，而后在愈来愈快的步调中拐向疯狂与狂乱的舞步。
即便周遭寂静，伴奏缺席，脑中空空的茫然之人也常与之相伴。
“美梦的轮舞已弃我们而去。”

6.安价：[https://ngabbs.com/read.php?pid=725110666 物人互构]R

物质会感受，会交谈，会痛苦，会欲求，会渴望，会记忆。
——凯伦·巴拉德《新唯物主义》
(没找到出处，考据得不太好)
人类身体的某些部位变成了不同的无机物，而机器内部的金属元件则变成了筋脈和血肉。但奇妙的是，机器照常运作，人们生活如常，一切似乎没有什么太大的改变。
(和燃料革新那一条有点相似，但是在精神状态上是不一样的。新唯物主义对于物人共生讲得好像挺不错，但是我懒得找巴拉德的著作，没译本好累哦。)

• [准死者的华尔兹]

第八幕

• 都灵的街衢

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• 都灵大学心理学部 走廊[注]

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小径：字迹多样的日记