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March 08, 2007
The snow of Kilimanjaro
Now he would never write the things that he had saved to write until he knew enough to write them well. Well, he would not have to fail at trying to write them, either. Maybe you could never write them, and that was why you put them off and delayed the starting. Well, he would never know, now.
Ernest Hemingway
寫這一段是剛好在我現在最毛躁的時候不經意的發現了張忠謀自傳，很快的讀完（因為其實不長）。這篇文章就是讓他著手動筆寫自己前半生自傳的動力。恩，我不是要寫自傳，也沒要交代我的人生的意思。事實上我想講的是後面張忠謀講的東西。
多少感情洶湧滂湃，但被阻塞在這隻短短狹狹的鋼筆裡，不能盡情揮灑在白紙上。
唉，真的，薑是老的辣。這句話實在是不能同意你更多。不過我要修改一下，「...但被阻塞再這個方方正正的鍵盤裡...」
是吧？
Posted by tacchang at March 8, 2007 09:43 PM