http://www.livelogcity.com/users/aonovan1990/ aonovan1990 - LiveLogCity Wed, 03 Mar 2010 02:55:27 GMT LiveJournal / LiveLogCity http://www.livelogcity.com/users/aonovan1990/4927.html Wed, 03 Mar 2010 02:55:27 GMT http://www.livelogcity.com/users/aonovan1990/4927.html "Is it real whisky or is it jungle juice?"<br /> Wilson was offended"Man, it's just good liquorY' don' ask questions like that when a man offers ya a drink"Take the goddam drink or leave it, Izzy," he saidOut of fear of their contempt he had been about to accept, but now he shook his head"No, no, thank you," he saidTo himself, he thought, What if it should poison me? That would be a fine way, to leave Natalie to get along as best she canA man with a wife and child can't take chancesHe shook his head again, looking at their hard impassive faces"I really don't want any," he said in his mild breathless voice, and waited with apprehension for their answer<br /> All of them showed contemptCroft spat, and looked awayGallagher looked righteous"None of them drink," he muttered<br /> Goldstein knew that he should turn around and go back to his letter, http://www.livelogcity.com/users/aonovan1990/4855.html Sun, 14 Feb 2010 18:26:25 GMT http://www.livelogcity.com/users/aonovan1990/4855.html For the richest man in town, Cy Cummings's house is not too differentThe Cummingses built it thirty years ago at a time when it stood all alone on the edge of town and you walked to your thighs in mud to reach it in early fall and springBut the town has encompassed it now and there is not much Cy Cummings can do in the way of improvements<br /> The worst of the changes you can blame on his wifeThe folks who know them say it's her fault, a fancy eastern woman with CultureCy's a hard man, but he isn't a fancy one, and that new front door with all the windowpanes on the bias is something FrenchShe's mentioned the name at church meeting, Newvelle somethingAnd Cy Cummings has even turned High Episcopal for her, was instrumental in getting the 'Piscopal church http://www.livelogcity.com/users/aonovan1990/4535.html Fri, 12 Feb 2010 18:50:35 GMT http://www.livelogcity.com/users/aonovan1990/4535.html The masses of greenery towered to a height of<br />twelve feet at least, the round leaves streaked a<br />dark vermillion that looked like dried blood<br />"What is that stuff, Daddy?"<br />"SeagrapeThe green stuff with the yellow flowers<br />is called wedeliaThere's<br />154<br />also rhododendronThe trees are mostly just slash<br />pine, I think, although-"<br />She slowed to a crawl and pointed to the left,<br />craning to look up through the corner of the<br />windshield to do so"Those are palms of some kind<br />The road bent still farther inland, and here the<br />trunks flanking the road looked like knotted<br />masses of gray ropeTheir roots had buckled the<br />tarWe'd be able to get over now, I judged, but<br />cars passing this way a few years hence? No http://www.livelogcity.com/users/aonovan1990/4107.html Thu, 11 Feb 2010 18:42:20 GMT http://www.livelogcity.com/users/aonovan1990/4107.html I don't get mad, I know what the score is, those kids are gonna end up like you, like me, like everybody<br /> (The beer is flat and tastes like pennies Me, Red says, I never horse around much with the womenThey just want to trap ya, I seen enough of it<br /> Aw, it ain't that bad, there's good things about marriage and women, but it ain't what you think you're gonna get when you start offYou know a married man has worries, I'll tell ya, Red, sometimes I wish I been the places you have<br /> Yeah, I'll take Two-bit Annie<br /> In the brothel the girls wear halters and trim panties with a tropical print, an actress has made the style famous this yearThey gather like http://www.livelogcity.com/users/aonovan1990/3950.html Wed, 10 Feb 2010 18:29:17 GMT http://www.livelogcity.com/users/aonovan1990/3950.html One was in a wheelchair and<br />wearing what I thought was a straw hatThe other<br />pushed her, then sat beside herThey appeared on<br />the beach around seven AMSometimes the one who<br />could walk left the one in the wheelchair for a<br />little while, only to come back with something<br />that glittered in the early sunI suspected a<br />coffee pot, a breakfast tray, or bothI further<br />105<br />suspected they came from the huge hacienda with<br />the acre or so of orange tiled roofThat was the<br />last house visible on Duma Key before the road ran<br />into the enthusiastic overgrowth that covered most<br />of the island<br />iv<br />I couldn't quite get used to the emptiness of the<br />place"It's supposed to be very quiet," Sandy<br />Smith had told me, but I had still pictured the<br />beach filling up by midday: couples sunning on<br />blankets and slathering each other with tanning<br />lotion, college kids playing volleyball with http://www.livelogcity.com/users/aonovan1990/3770.html Tue, 09 Feb 2010 19:01:27 GMT http://www.livelogcity.com/users/aonovan1990/3770.html 761<br />Nan Melda says And what her name?<br />Libbit says Her name is Perse<br />Nan Melda says Percy a boy's name<br />And Libbit says I can't help itAnd she says Perse has a ship<br />It looks nice but it's not niceWhat<br />are we going to do, Nanny?<br />Nan Melda thinks about it as they stand there in<br />the one safe placeAnd I believe she knew what<br />needed to be doneShe might not have been an art<br />critic - no Mary Ire - but I think she knewThe<br />bravery is in the doing, not in the showingThe<br />truth can be hidden away again, if it's too<br />terrible for the world to look at<br />I'm sure it happens all the time<br />I think every artist worth a damn http://www.livelogcity.com/users/aonovan1990/3566.html Sat, 06 Feb 2010 02:53:35 GMT http://www.livelogcity.com/users/aonovan1990/3566.html The men had taken an hour break from the unloading detail to eat their K rations, and Roth had gone for a stroll along the beachHe was thinking now of the way Gallagher had looked when he came back from his walkHis eyes had been very red, and Roth decided he had been cryingStill, he takes it well, Roth sighed to himselfHe's an ignorant fellow, no education, he probably doesn't have so many feelingsRoth shook his head and continued to trudge through the sandAbsorbed in thought, his chin rested almost on his chest and it emphasized the misshapen humped appearance of his back<br /> The great rain cloud that had spread over them that morning had blown away and the sun was very hot on his green fatigue capHe stopped, and mopped his foreheadThis tropical weather is uncertain, he told himself, very unhealthy, it's miasmalHis legs and arms ached from the http://www.livelogcity.com/users/aonovan1990/3042.html Thu, 04 Feb 2010 19:00:09 GMT http://www.livelogcity.com/users/aonovan1990/3042.html Because in spite of all his big talk, that Edgar<br />Freemantle really hadn't had another life http://www.livelogcity.com/users/aonovan1990/3140.html Thu, 04 Feb 2010 19:00:09 GMT http://www.livelogcity.com/users/aonovan1990/3140.html Alone, still not recovered from<br />my near-death experience (still suicidal, in fact),<br />I might have been an asset instead of a problem<br />Because in spite of all his big talk, that Edgar<br />Freemantle really hadn't had another life http://www.livelogcity.com/users/aonovan1990/2336.html Wed, 03 Feb 2010 18:54:33 GMT http://www.livelogcity.com/users/aonovan1990/2336.html He took a step forward and stumbled in the water once moreIt felt pleasant lapping against his face, and he had no desire to stand up"Come on," Goldstein said<br /> Ridges began to weepHe struggled to a sitting position, and cried with his head on his folded arms, the water swirling around his hips and feetGoldstein stood over him tottering<br /> "Mother-fuggin sonofabitch," Ridges mumbledIt was the first time he had cursed since childhood, and the words pulled out of his chest one by one, leaving behind a vacuum of anger and bitternessWilson would not have his burial, but somehow that was not important nowWhat counted was that he had carried this burden through such distances of space and time, and it had washed away in the endAll his life he had labored without repayment http://www.livelogcity.com/users/aonovan1990/2687.html Wed, 03 Feb 2010 18:54:33 GMT http://www.livelogcity.com/users/aonovan1990/2687.html "Mother-fuggin sonofabitch," Ridges mumbledIt was the first time he had cursed since childhood, and the words pulled out of his chest one by one, leaving behind a vacuum of anger and bitternessWilson would not have his burial, but somehow that was not important nowWhat counted was that he had carried this burden through such distances of space and time, and it had washed away in the endAll his life he had labored without repayment http://www.livelogcity.com/users/aonovan1990/2224.html Tue, 02 Feb 2010 19:06:04 GMT http://www.livelogcity.com/users/aonovan1990/2224.html "We've been trying to get you," Hutchins said"We stopped the attack on Paragon White B and C, and at Paragon Red E and G He gave the co-ordinates"Personally I think it was a feeler, and they're going to try again tonight<br /> "Yes," the General saidHe was busy estimating the possibilitiesThey would have to be reinforcedFirst Battalion of the 459th, Infantry which he had been holding in reserve and working on the road, could be moved up in two hours, but he would have to leave at least a company and a detached platoon behind for reservesThe attack might come sooner than thatThe General debated, and decided finally to move up only two companies from 1st Battalion, save the other two for covering any retreat which might be necessary, and strip headquarters and http://www.livelogcity.com/users/aonovan1990/1853.html Sun, 31 Jan 2010 18:50:52 GMT http://www.livelogcity.com/users/aonovan1990/1853.html But Croft was notHe had been hoping against his better judgment that recon would be given the eight replacements they needed, and to his disgust they had been assigned only fourIt was the culmination of a series of frustrations for him since the platoon had landed on Anopopei<br /> In the beginning, the first annoyance was that they saw no combatThe General had been forced to leave half his division behind to garrison Motome, and as a result he had brought to Anopopei only a fraction of the officers and personnel from Division HeadquartersThese men were merged with the bivouac of headquarters company of the 460th Regiment, and the Combined Headquarters was established in a coconut grove on a low sandy bluff overlooking the sea<br /> Recon had been assigned to set it upAfter working on the beach for only two days, they were diverted to the bivouac, and spent the rest of the week in clearing the brush, laying barbed wire around the perimeter, and leveling an earthen floor for the mess tentsAfter that, their duties had been routineEach http://www.livelogcity.com/users/aonovan1990/1327.html Sat, 30 Jan 2010 18:41:35 GMT http://www.livelogcity.com/users/aonovan1990/1327.html Van Helsing, with his usual methodicalness, began taking the various contents from his bag and placing them ready for useFirst he took out a soldering iron and some plumbing solder, and then small oil lamp, which gave out, when lit in a corner of the tomb, gas which burned at a fierce heat with a blue flame, then his operating knives, which he placed to hand, and last a round wooden stake, some two and a half or three inches thick and about three feet longOne end of it was hardened by charring in the fire, and was sharpened to a fine pointWith this stake came a heavy hammer, such as in households is used in the coal cellar for breaking the lumpsTo me, a doctor's preparations for work of any kind are stimulating and bracing, but the effect of these things on both Arthur and Quincey was to cause them a sort of consternationThey both, however, kept their courage, and remained silent and quiet<br /><br />When all was ready, Van Helsing said, "Before we do anything, let me tell you thisIt is out of the lore and experience of the ancients and of all those who have studied the powers of the UnDeadWhen they become such, there comes with the change the curse of immortalityThey cannot die, but must go on age after age adding new victims and multiplying the evils of the worldFor all that die from the preying of the Undead become themselves Undead, and prey on their kindAnd so the circle goes on ever widening, like as the ripples from a stone thrown in the waterFriend Arthur, if you had met that kiss which you know of before poor Lucy die, or again, last night when you open your arms to her, you would in time, when you had died, have become nosferatu, as they call it in Eastern Europe, and would for all time make more of those Un-Deads that so have filled us with horrorThe career of this so unhappy dear lady is but just begunThose children whose blood she sucked are not as yet so much the worse, but if she lives on, UnDead, more and more they lose their blood and by her power over them they come to her, and so she draw their blood with that so wicked mouthBut if she die in truth, then all ceaseThe tiny wounds of the throats disappear, and they go back to their play unknowing ever of what has beenBut of the most blessed of all, when this now UnDead be made to rest as true dead, then the soul of the poor lady whom we love shall again be freeInstead of working wickedness by night and growing more debased in the assimilating of it by day, she shall take her place with the other AngelsSo that, my friend, it will be a blessed hand for her that shall strike the blow that sets her freeTo this I am willing, but is there none amongst us who has a better right? Will it be no joy to think of hereafter in the silence of the night when sleep is not, 'It was my hand that sent her to the starsIt was the hand of him that loved her best, the hand that of all she would herself have chosen, had it been to her to choose?' Tell me if there be such a one amongst us?" <br /><br />We all looked at ArthurHe saw too, what we all did, the infinite kindness which suggested that his should be the hand which would restore Lucy to us as a holy, and not an unholy, memoryHe stepped forward and said bravely, though his hand trembled, and his face was as pale as snow, "My true friend, from the bottom of my broken heart I thank youTell me what I am to do, and I shall not falter!" <br /><br />Van Helsing laid a hand on his shoulder, and said, "Brave lad! A moment's courage, and it is doneThis stake must be driven through herIt well be a fearful ordeal, be not deceived in that, but it will be only a short time, and you will then rejoice more than your pain was greatFrom this grim tomb you will emerge as though you tread on airBut you must not falter when once you have begunOnly think that we, your true friends, are round you, and that we pray for you all the time <br /><br />"Go on," said Arthur hoarsely"Tell me what I am to do <br /><br />"Take this stake in your left hand, ready to place to the point over the heart, and the hammer in your rightThen when we begin our prayer for the dead, I shall read him, I have here the book, and the others shall follow, strike in God's name, that so all may be well with the dead that we love and that the UnDead pass away <br /><br />Arthur took the stake and the hammer, and when once his mind was set on action his hands never trembled nor even quiveredVan Helsing opened his missal and began to read, and Quincey and I followed as well as we could<br /><br />Arthur placed the point over the heart, and as I looked I could see its dint in the white fleshThen he struck with all his might<br /><br />The thing in the coffin writhed, and a hideous, blood-curdling screech came from the opened red lipsThe body shook and quivered and twisted in wild http://www.livelogcity.com/users/aonovan1990/1679.html Sat, 30 Jan 2010 18:41:35 GMT http://www.livelogcity.com/users/aonovan1990/1679.html Van Helsing, with his usual methodicalness, began taking the various contents from his bag and placing them ready for useFirst he took out a soldering iron and some plumbing solder, and then small oil lamp, which gave out, when lit in a corner of the tomb, gas which burned at a fierce heat with a blue flame, then his operating knives, which he placed to hand, and last a round wooden stake, some two and a half or three inches thick and about three feet longOne end of it was hardened by charring in the fire, and was sharpened to a fine pointWith this stake came a heavy hammer, such as in households is used in the coal cellar for breaking the lumpsTo me, a doctor's preparations for work of any kind are stimulating and bracing, but the effect of these things on both Arthur and Quincey was to cause them a sort of consternationThey both, however, kept their courage, and remained silent and quiet<br /><br />When all was ready, Van Helsing said, "Before we do anything, let me tell you thisIt is out of the lore and experience of the ancients and of all those who have studied the powers of the UnDeadWhen they become such, there comes with the change the curse of immortalityThey cannot die, but must go on age after age adding new victims and multiplying the evils of the worldFor all that die from the preying of the Undead become themselves Undead, and prey on their kindAnd so the circle goes on ever widening, like as the ripples from a stone thrown in the waterFriend Arthur, if you had met that kiss which you know of before poor Lucy die, or again, last night when you open your arms to her, you would in time, when you had died, have become nosferatu, as they call it in Eastern Europe, and would for all time make more of those Un-Deads that so have filled us with horrorThe career of this so unhappy dear lady is but just begunThose children whose blood she sucked are not as yet so much the worse, but if she lives on, UnDead, more and more they lose their blood and by her power over them they come to her, and so she draw their blood with that so wicked mouthBut if she die in truth, then all ceaseThe tiny wounds of the throats disappear, and they go back to their play unknowing ever of what has beenBut of the most blessed of all, when this now UnDead be made to rest as true dead, then the soul of the poor lady whom we love shall again be freeInstead of working wickedness by night and growing more debased in the assimilating of it by day, she shall take her place with the other AngelsSo that, my friend, it will be a blessed hand for her that shall strike the blow that sets her freeTo this I am willing, but is there none amongst us who has a better right? Will it be no joy to think of hereafter in the silence of the night when sleep is not, 'It was my hand that sent her to the starsIt was the hand of him that loved her best, the hand that of all she would herself have chosen, had it been to her to choose?' Tell me if there be such a one amongst us?" <br /><br />We all looked at ArthurHe saw too, what we all did, the infinite kindness which suggested that his should be the hand which would restore Lucy to us as a holy, and not an unholy, memoryHe stepped forward and said bravely, though his hand trembled, and his face was as pale as snow, "My true friend, from the bottom of my broken heart I thank youTell me what I am to do, and I shall not falter!" <br /><br />Van Helsing laid a hand on his shoulder, and said, "Brave lad! A moment's courage, and it is doneThis stake must be driven through herIt well be a fearful ordeal, be not deceived in that, but it will be only a short time, and you will then rejoice more than your pain was greatFrom this grim tomb you will emerge as though you tread on airBut you must not falter when once you have begunOnly think that we, your true friends, are round you, and that we pray for you all the time <br /><br />"Go on," said Arthur hoarsely"Tell me what I am to do <br /><br />"Take this stake in your left hand, ready to place to the point over the heart, and the hammer in your rightThen when we begin our prayer for the dead, I shall read him, I have here the book, and the others shall follow, strike in God's name, that so all may be well with the dead that we love and that the UnDead pass away <br /><br />Arthur took the stake and the hammer, and when once his mind was set on action his hands never trembled nor even quiveredVan Helsing opened his missal and began to read, and Quincey and I followed as well as we could<br /><br />Arthur placed the point over the heart, and as I looked I could see its dint in the white fleshThen he struck with all his might<br /><br />The thing in the coffin writhed, and a hideous, blood-curdling screech came from the opened red lipsThe body shook and quivered and twisted in wild http://www.livelogcity.com/users/aonovan1990/1127.html Tue, 26 Jan 2010 18:11:42 GMT http://www.livelogcity.com/users/aonovan1990/1127.html "But, Count," I said, "You know and speak English thoroughly!" He bowed gravely<br /><br />"I thank you, my friend, for your all too-flattering estimate, but yet I fear that I am but a little way on the road I would travelTrue, I know the grammar and the words, but yet I know not how to speak them <br /><br />"Indeed," I said, "You speak excellently <br /><br />"Not so," he answered"Well, I know that, did I move and speak in your London, none there are who would not know me for a strangerThat is not enough for meThe common people know me, and I am masterBut a stranger in a strange land, he is no oneMen know him not, and to know not is to care not forI am content if I am like the rest, so that no man stops if he sees me, or pauses in his speaking if he hears my words, 'Ha, ha! A stranger!' I have been so long master that I would be master still, or at least that none other should be master of meYou come to me not alone as agent of my friend Peter Hawkins, of Exeter, to tell me all about my new estate in LondonYou shall, I trust, rest here with me a while, so that by our talking I may learn the English intonationAnd I would that you tell me when I make error, even of the smallest, in my speakingI am sorry that I had to be away so long today, but you will, I know forgive one who has so many important affairs in hand <br /><br />Of course I said all I could about being willing, and asked if I might come into that room when I choseHe answered, "Yes, certainly," and added<br /><br />"You may go anywhere you wish in the castle, except where the doors are locked, where of course you will not wish to goThere is reason that all things are as they are, and did you see with my eyes and know with my knowledge, you would perhaps better understand I said I was sure of this, and then he went on<br /><br />"We are in Transylvania, and Transylvania is not EnglandOur ways are not your ways, and there shall be to you many strange thingsNay, from what you have told me of your experiences already, you know something of what strange things there may be <br /><br />This led to much conversation, and as it was evident that he wanted to talk, if only for talking's sake, I asked him many questions regarding things that had already happened to me or come within my noticeSometimes he sheered off the subject, or turned the conversation by pretending not to understand, but generally he answered all I asked most franklyThen as time went on, and I had got somewhat bolder, I asked him of some of the strange things of the preceding night, as for instance, why the coachman went to the places where he had seen the blue flamesHe then explained to me that it was commonly believed that on a certain night of the year, last night, in fact, when all evil spirits are supposed to have unchecked sway, a blue flame is seen over any place where treasure has been concealed<br /><br />"That treasure has been hidden," he went on, "in the region through which you came last night, there can be but little doubtFor it was the ground fought over for centuries by the Wallachian, the Saxon, and the TurkWhy, there is hardly a foot of soil in all this region that has not been enriched by the blood of men, patriots or invadersIn the old days there were stirring times, when the Austrian and the Hungarian came up in hordes, and the patriots went out to meet them, men and women, the aged and the children too, and waited their coming on the rocks above the passes, that they might sweep destruction on them with their artificial avalanchesWhen the invader was triumphant he found but little, for whatever there was had been sheltered in the friendly soil <br /><br />"But how," said I, "can it have remained so long undiscovered, when there is a sure index to it if men will but take the trouble to look?" The Count smiled, and as his lips ran back over his gums, the long, sharp, canine teeth showed out strangelyHe answered: <br /><br />"Because your peasant is at heart a coward and a fool! Those flames only appear on one night, and on that night no man of this land will, if he can help it, stir without his doorsAnd, dear sir, even if he did he would not know what to doWhy, even the peasant that you tell me of who marked the place of the flame would not know where to look in daylight even for his own workEven you would not, I dare be sworn, be able to find these places again?" <br /><br />"There you are right," I said"I know no more than the dead where even to look for them Then we drifted into other matters<br /><br />"Come," he said at last, "tell me of London and of the house which you have procured for http://www.livelogcity.com/users/aonovan1990/832.html Tue, 26 Jan 2010 03:50:08 GMT http://www.livelogcity.com/users/aonovan1990/832.html I had a dim idea that he was teaching me some lesson, as long ago he used to do in his study at AmsterdamBut he used them to tell me the thing, so that I could have the object of thought in mind all the timeBut now I was without his help, yet I wanted to follow him, so I said, <br /><br />"Professor, let me be your pet student againTell me the thesis, so that I may apply your knowledge as you go onAt present I am going in my mind from point to point as a madman, and not a sane one, follows an ideaI feel like a novice lumbering through a bog in a midst, jumping from one tussock to another in the mere blind effort to move on without knowing where I am going <br /><br />"That is a good image," he said"Well, I shall tell youMy thesis is this, I want you to believe <br /><br />"To believe what?" <br /><br />"To believe in things that you cannotI heard once of an American who so defined faith, 'that faculty which enables us to believe things which we know to be untrue' For one, I follow that manHe meant that we shall have an open mind, and not let a little bit of truth check the rush of the big truth, like a small rock does a railway truckWe get the small truth firstGood! We keep him, and we value him, but all the same we must not let him think himself all the truth in the universe <br /><br />"Then you want me not to let some previous conviction inure the receptivity of my mind with regard to some strange matterDo I read your lesson aright?" <br /><br />"Ah, you are my favourite pupil stillIt is worth to teach youNow that you are willing to understand, you have taken the first step to understandYou think then that those so small holes in the children's throats were made by the same that made the holes in Miss Lucy?" <br /><br />"I suppose so <br /><br />He stood up and said solemnly, "Then you are wrongOh, would it were so! But alas! NoIt is worse, far, far worse <br /><br />"In God's name, Professor Van Helsing, what do you mean?" I cried<br /><br />He threw himself with a despairing gesture into a chair, and placed his elbows on the table, covering his face with his hands as he spoke<br /><br />"They were made by Miss Lucy!" <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />CHAPTER 15 <br />DRSEWARD'S DIARY--cont<br />For a while sheer anger mastered meIt was as if he had during her life struck Lucy on the faceI smote the table hard and rose up as I said to him, "DrVan Helsing, are you mad?" <br /><br />He raised his head and looked at me, and somehow the tenderness of his face calmed me at once"Would I were!" he said"Madness were easy to bear compared with truth like thisOh, my friend, why, think you, did I go so far round, why take so long to tell so simple a thing? Was it because I hate you and have hated you all my life? Was it because I wished to give you pain? Was it that I wanted, now so late, revenge for that time when you saved my life, and from a fearful death? Ah no!" <br /><br />"Forgive me," said I<br /><br />He went on, "My friend, it was because I wished to be gentle in the breaking to you, for I know you have loved that so sweet ladyBut even yet I do not expect you to believeIt is so hard to accept at once any abstract truth, that we may doubt such to be possible when we have always believed the 'no' of itIt is more hard still to accept so sad a concrete truth, and of such a one as Miss LucyTonight I go to prove itDare you come with me?" <br /><br />This staggered http://www.livelogcity.com/users/aonovan1990/529.html Tue, 26 Jan 2010 03:49:52 GMT http://www.livelogcity.com/users/aonovan1990/529.html Welcome to my first blog http://www.livelogcity.com/users/aonovan1990/375.html Mon, 25 Jan 2010 09:10:10 GMT http://www.livelogcity.com/users/aonovan1990/375.html " There is a widespread concern over whether it's a bad thing that people ive in a placeall their live. But it's well known that one man'meat is another man'spoison.<br /><br /> A majority of people think that staying in a place for a long time is a better choice.In their views there are two reasons contributing to this attitude as follows: in the first place,people who stay in one spot can develop a lifetime friendship,and such a friend will give a hand without hesitation if trouble comes .In the second place ,when people move to different places,they usually are under pressue from strangeness.A person may feel lost and tense in a place where streets,stores and schools are all different. As a saying goes :Fear always springs from ignorance.<br /><br /> people, however ,differ in their opnions on this matter.Some people hold the idea that people shouldn't live in one place through their lives.In their opint of view,on the one hand,people who spend a lifetime in one location can be locked into a limited way of life. A real problem is that life lacks passion.On the other hand,those who move frequently have a variety of outlooks.There is a chance to appreciate different ways of life.<br /><br /> As far as I am concerned, I finally agree the view that people shouldn't stay in a place all their lives.It's not only because people can broden their vision indiferent places, but also because fear will disappear with time. There is no doubt that nothing brave nothing have.<br /><br />"