Chapter 796: Sophistry
Of course the story has a prototype.
Although Randolph would never admit that Bronte made the characters in the story more attractive than himself - this was Teresa's evaluation.
After reading Bronte's novel, she praised him uncharacteristically.
Saying she 'maybe', 'just barely', 'maybe she'll have some more inspiration', 'in a few years' -
It's perfect with Taylor.
Randolph didn't take her next words seriously, and only focused on the sentence "He is more charming than you."
"Maybe I was too harsh on her, so I was blind in the story."
"Maybe she loved you too much, so you miraculously recovered at the end of the story," Deloz replied, with a rare yearning in his eyes. "The story is romantic enough, but I didn't expect the prototype to be even more touching. Using novels to express love is the real art, Mr. Taylor."
All Randolph Taylor wanted to do was to ask why he was not as attractive as the blind man.
He didn't have a crazy person in the attic.
"Bronte always tells me about your 'excellence', Miss Fonseca, can you tell me what the ladies do at each gathering?"
Randolph said.
"I mean, different from other salons."
Deloz thought for a moment and said, "I won't talk to you about art, that's too common. I'm going to give you a more rare example, for example - we were recently discussing how important 'curiosity and desire to explore' are."
Randolph didn't quite understand what she was talking about.
Of the people at the table, perhaps only Kingsley knew what Droz meant. He glanced at her slightly, and in his heart, he gave this 'inappropriate' woman a slight raise.
"Curiosity," said Shandel in a brisk voice: "Curiosity - a voice. It is the voice in our heads that urges us to pursue our desires and the unknown..."
Some of them are good at following their curiosity and desire to explore.
"That's exactly right, Miss Kratov."
Deloz clapped his hands softly. "We believe that people without these two things, which are actually the same thing, can hardly be called 'humans'... Just like the followers of the Maelstrom call themselves 'first born', then, perhaps our real advantage over animals is not just in intelligence."
“Curiosity and a desire to explore.”
“That’s the real answer…”
"We began to wonder, and from thought the sun was born."
Randolph still didn't quite understand.
yes.
indeed.
This thing…
Very important.
Then what?
What's the point of discussing this - putting a few more shillings in your pocket?
Since Droz knew his identity, he knew he would ask: "Have you ever seen a bicycle? The two-wheeled ones that the postman rides."
"certainly."
"So why can it run?"
“Because people’s legs are kicking.”
"Yes, but the skilled postman never lets it fall to the left or right. Don't you wonder?"
Randolph was speechless.
"…I bet you've seen spinning tops before. Do you think they have any similarities?"
Randolph had no answer.
He was a little embarrassed.
Being asked this question by a woman whose career was not as good as mine and whose status was far lower than mine left me speechless - but it was still the same question.
What's the point?
She respects knowledge.
And respect those who also respect knowledge...
The most important thing is.
She could tell that this girl had a different attitude toward Roland—which meant...
Lillian Rose Vansittart is going to be mad.
She is very happy.
'I don't like her.'
As expected.
Rose glared at Roland.
Did she know this woman's origin (she forgot her own origin at this time), even if she was knowledgeable and learned...
Just like Randolph Taylor wondered.
What's the use?
He is just a dirty bastard who came to rob Roland.
"The use is this: when we are curious and seek answers, we get an answer - just like when we are hungry and eat, we will fill our stomachs. Mr. Taylor, perhaps this 'nonsense' will add to your doubts... But in fact, do you really 'know' what you think you 'know'?"
Rupert glanced at Roland.
"Are you going to ask a question next?" Randolph wiped the corner of Beatrice's mouth with his handkerchief and said jokingly, "Don't embarrass me in front of my sister, miss."
"I'll try my best?"
Droz raised his fingers and tapped the table.
"Please tell me what a table is."
There were all kinds of expressions at the table.
Natalie also began to be interested in this girl - she answered the question several times in her head, but found that there were many traps in this question.
interesting.
The latest novel is published first on Liu9shuba!
"table?"
Randolph laughed: "Of course the table is where the plates are placed."
Deloz picked up his porcelain plate, whispered a word of impoliteness, stood up and put it on the small wooden box containing cigars: "Now, tell me, is this cigar box a 'table'?"
then.
She raised the plate again and held it in her hands.
He tapped the back of his hand with his other hand.
“Is this a table?”
She moved to put the plate on the floor, but Randolph raised his hand to stop her.
"I understand, miss."
He said.
"You're playing 'word games' with me, aren't you?"
He thought for a moment and gave another answer.
"It's used to store things, with a flat surface and several supporting pillars. If I answer this way, will I still fall into your trap?"
Droz smiled:
"Did you mean 'house'?"
Randolph was stunned for a moment, then shook his head regretfully: "I should have stipulated the size."
"Only by real thought can one know what one means by 'thinking one knows' - I'm not trying to play word games with you, Mr. Taylor, and it doesn't matter whether it's a table or a house."
"You are an outstanding businessman and have probably experienced more crises than I have ever heard of."
Droz put down his plate.
"I'm just laying out for you what the Blue Sox are built around and what we're really after."
Randolph clapped softly and raised the glass beside him.
“Respect wisdom.”
Of course he understood that the sophistry about tables and houses was not what Droz wanted to express at all: she wanted to tell him the purpose of the Blue Stockings Society.
curious.
Seeking knowledge and exploration.
This probably includes "accepting being different", or even particularly liking being different.
It seems so.
It was not easy for Bronte to get their invitation.
"We didn't set up any so-called 'test', sir. It's just a group of people with nothing to do who spontaneously gathered together to form another 'collective idleness' organization - even if you are willing, you can get an invitation..."
“When it comes to business, you should be a teacher to all of us.”
She really knows how to talk.
Randolph smiled, said a few humble words, and skipped the topic - he didn't have time to socialize with those women and talk about tables and chairs.
Natalie suddenly said, "Maybe I can ask for an invitation for my sister?"
Click.
Rupert broke the stick-shaped butter biscuit into two pieces.
Deloz didn't know anything about the Benevento family. He looked at Rupert and praised him generously: "I was going to say it a long time ago, ma'am. Your sister has really beautiful eyes..."
Click.
Four paragraphs.
Of course the story has a prototype.
Although Randolph would never admit that Bronte made the characters in the story more attractive than himself - this was Teresa's evaluation.
After reading Bronte's novel, she praised him uncharacteristically.
Saying she 'maybe', 'just barely', 'maybe she'll have some more inspiration', 'in a few years' -
It's perfect with Taylor.
Randolph didn't take her next words seriously, and only focused on the sentence "He is more charming than you."
"Maybe I was too harsh on her, so I was blind in the story."
"Maybe she loved you too much, so you miraculously recovered at the end of the story," Deloz replied, with a rare yearning in his eyes. "The story is romantic enough, but I didn't expect the prototype to be even more touching. Using novels to express love is the real art, Mr. Taylor."
All Randolph Taylor wanted to do was to ask why he was not as attractive as the blind man.
He didn't have a crazy person in the attic.
"Bronte always tells me about your 'excellence', Miss Fonseca, can you tell me what the ladies do at each gathering?"
Randolph said.
"I mean, different from other salons."
Deloz thought for a moment and said, "I won't talk to you about art, that's too common. I'm going to give you a more rare example, for example - we were recently discussing how important 'curiosity and desire to explore' are."
Randolph didn't quite understand what she was talking about.
Of the people at the table, perhaps only Kingsley knew what Droz meant. He glanced at her slightly, and in his heart, he gave this 'inappropriate' woman a slight raise.
"Curiosity," said Shandel in a brisk voice: "Curiosity - a voice. It is the voice in our heads that urges us to pursue our desires and the unknown..."
Some of them are good at following their curiosity and desire to explore.
"That's exactly right, Miss Kratov."
Deloz clapped his hands softly. "We believe that people without these two things, which are actually the same thing, can hardly be called 'humans'... Just like the followers of the Maelstrom call themselves 'first born', then, perhaps our real advantage over animals is not just in intelligence."
“Curiosity and a desire to explore.”
“That’s the real answer…”
"We began to wonder, and from thought the sun was born."
Randolph still didn't quite understand.
yes.
indeed.
This thing…
Very important.
Then what?
What's the point of discussing this - putting a few more shillings in your pocket?
Since Droz knew his identity, he knew he would ask: "Have you ever seen a bicycle? The two-wheeled ones that the postman rides."
"certainly."
"So why can it run?"
“Because people’s legs are kicking.”
"Yes, but the skilled postman never lets it fall to the left or right. Don't you wonder?"
Randolph was speechless.
"…I bet you've seen spinning tops before. Do you think they have any similarities?"
Randolph had no answer.
He was a little embarrassed.
Being asked this question by a woman whose career was not as good as mine and whose status was far lower than mine left me speechless - but it was still the same question.
What's the point?
She respects knowledge.
And respect those who also respect knowledge...
The most important thing is.
She could tell that this girl had a different attitude toward Roland—which meant...
Lillian Rose Vansittart is going to be mad.
She is very happy.
'I don't like her.'
As expected.
Rose glared at Roland.
Did she know this woman's origin (she forgot her own origin at this time), even if she was knowledgeable and learned...
Just like Randolph Taylor wondered.
What's the use?
He is just a dirty bastard who came to rob Roland.
"The use is this: when we are curious and seek answers, we get an answer - just like when we are hungry and eat, we will fill our stomachs. Mr. Taylor, perhaps this 'nonsense' will add to your doubts... But in fact, do you really 'know' what you think you 'know'?"
Rupert glanced at Roland.
"Are you going to ask a question next?" Randolph wiped the corner of Beatrice's mouth with his handkerchief and said jokingly, "Don't embarrass me in front of my sister, miss."
"I'll try my best?"
Droz raised his fingers and tapped the table.
"Please tell me what a table is."
There were all kinds of expressions at the table.
Natalie also began to be interested in this girl - she answered the question several times in her head, but found that there were many traps in this question.
interesting.
The latest novel is published first on Liu9shuba!
"table?"
Randolph laughed: "Of course the table is where the plates are placed."
Deloz picked up his porcelain plate, whispered a word of impoliteness, stood up and put it on the small wooden box containing cigars: "Now, tell me, is this cigar box a 'table'?"
then.
She raised the plate again and held it in her hands.
He tapped the back of his hand with his other hand.
“Is this a table?”
She moved to put the plate on the floor, but Randolph raised his hand to stop her.
"I understand, miss."
He said.
"You're playing 'word games' with me, aren't you?"
He thought for a moment and gave another answer.
"It's used to store things, with a flat surface and several supporting pillars. If I answer this way, will I still fall into your trap?"
Droz smiled:
"Did you mean 'house'?"
Randolph was stunned for a moment, then shook his head regretfully: "I should have stipulated the size."
"Only by real thought can one know what one means by 'thinking one knows' - I'm not trying to play word games with you, Mr. Taylor, and it doesn't matter whether it's a table or a house."
"You are an outstanding businessman and have probably experienced more crises than I have ever heard of."
Droz put down his plate.
"I'm just laying out for you what the Blue Sox are built around and what we're really after."
Randolph clapped softly and raised the glass beside him.
“Respect wisdom.”
Of course he understood that the sophistry about tables and houses was not what Droz wanted to express at all: she wanted to tell him the purpose of the Blue Stockings Society.
curious.
Seeking knowledge and exploration.
This probably includes "accepting being different", or even particularly liking being different.
It seems so.
It was not easy for Bronte to get their invitation.
"We didn't set up any so-called 'test', sir. It's just a group of people with nothing to do who spontaneously gathered together to form another 'collective idleness' organization - even if you are willing, you can get an invitation..."
“When it comes to business, you should be a teacher to all of us.”
She really knows how to talk.
Randolph smiled, said a few humble words, and skipped the topic - he didn't have time to socialize with those women and talk about tables and chairs.
Natalie suddenly said, "Maybe I can ask for an invitation for my sister?"
Click.
Rupert broke the stick-shaped butter biscuit into two pieces.
Deloz didn't know anything about the Benevento family. He looked at Rupert and praised him generously: "I was going to say it a long time ago, ma'am. Your sister has really beautiful eyes..."
Click.
Four paragraphs.
