FOOTNOTES 1. 这个例子出自Robert K. Merton的Social Theory and Social Structure↑ 2. 和本文没什么关系,写到这里想起了V for Vendetta里面的一段台词“If you are looking for the guilty, you need only look into a mirror”↑
It doesn’t take you much time to figure out what you are interested in, but it takes so long to find out what you are really good at—and once you’ve found that and known how to use it, you will become extremely rich.
The interesting thing is, once you’ve found what you are good at, it’s quite unlikely for you to be uninterested in it.
毫无疑问,美国是一种截然不同的文化,就像Collin在小组讨论里和我们说的一样“The biggest problem of international students probably is not your communication issues, but your lack of willingness and confidence to take up leadership positions.”紧接着,MBA的一位美国女性就好好给我上了一课leadership——take the initiative, set an example and be authoritative.
脸皮也随着居住时间的变长而逐渐变厚:到银行开户存了200块钱,结果咨询了那个personal banker一个多小时;到餐厅吃饭,不知道该怎么给小费,就厚颜无耻地叫服务员过来给我们介绍,完了还问人家“how much do you think I should tip you?”;很无耻地享受美国方便的退货政策,买了好多件东西“试用”——还好美国服务业人员很耐心,希望习惯了这点的我回国之后不会太不习惯。
课堂以外,美国是一个相对很casual的文化,路上两个完全陌生的人很有可能搭讪(异性、同性),我就曾经一次因为被迎面走来的一个黑人说了一句 “Hey man, I like your shirt!”而感到诧异不已;还好,现在已经比较习惯了。在这里,没有太多的规矩,个性也有很大的发展空间——当然,身材也有很大的发展空间——我这种 在国内算是偏胖的体重到这边绝对算是苗条的。
虽然还是听不太懂黑人的口音,每次和市井黑人说话都要pardon个两三遍才能明白,我们同住 的三个人还是深受黑人文化的影响,见面都是用黑人语调问候“hey man, ‘sup?”,同时还把fuck这个词发挥的淋漓尽致,首创了诸如“what a mother-fucking son of a bitch”等创新用语,受荼毒颇深。
回头看看,过去三周很快,一点都没有本科开始那种度日如年的感觉。估计这一年或者一年半也会很快过去。想起上周Scott Fine教授和我们说的“Of course, you can try to work really hard and get straight A’s. But please don’t do that; go out with your friends and party! Try to network a little bit more, try to learn something outside the academia, and that’s what a biz school is about and what you’re here for.”
Good evening, London. Allow me first to apologize for this interruption. I do, like many of you, appreciate the comforts of every day routine- the security of the familiar, the tranquility of repetition. I enjoy them as much as any bloke.
But in the spirit of commemoration, thereby those important events of the past usually associated with someone’s death or the end of some awful bloody struggle, a celebration of a nice holiday, I thought we could mark this November the 5th, a day that is sadly no longer remembered, by taking some time out of our daily lives to sit down and have a little chat. There are of course those who do not want us to speak. I suspect even now, orders are being shouted into telephones, and men with guns will soon be on their way.
Why? Because while the truncheon may be used in lieu of conversation, words will always retain their power. Words offer the means to meaning, and for those who will listen, the enunciation of truth. And the truth is, there is something terribly wrong with this country, isn’t there? Cruelty and injustice, intolerance and oppression. And where once you had the freedom to object, to think and speak as you saw fit, you now have censors and systems of surveillance coercing your conformity and soliciting your submission.
How did this happen? Who’s to blame? Well certainly there are those more responsible than others, and they will be held accountable, but again truth be told, if you’re looking for the guilty, you need only look into a mirror. I know why you did it. I know you were afraid. Who wouldn’t be? War, terror, disease. There were a myriad of problems which conspired to corrupt your reason and rob you of your common sense. Fear got the best of you, and in your panic you turned to the now high chancellor, Adam Sutler. He promised you order, he promised you peace, and all he demanded in return was your silent, obedient consent.
Last night I sought to end that silence. Last night I destroyed the Old Bailey, to remind this country of what it has forgotten. More than four hundred years ago a great citizen wished to embed the fifth of November forever in our memory. His hope was to remind the world that fairness, justice, and freedom are more than words, they are perspectives. So if you’ve seen nothing, if the crimes of this government remain unknown to you then I would suggest you allow the fifth of November to pass unmarked. But if you see what I see, if you feel as I feel, and if you would seek as I seek, then I ask you to stand beside me one year from tonight, outside the gates of Parliament, and together we shall give them a fifth of November that shall never, ever be forgot.
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