ItwasabrightcoldNovemberdayinLondon.BigBenstartedtotoll.ThefrostywindblewwhileWilliamdriftedalongthestreetsrushingtogettotheBritishLibrarywhilehisarmswereloadedupwithbooks.
Thehallwaysmeltofprintinginkandpaper.Attheentrancehisoldmate，Johnwaswaitingforhi
“Hey!What’supWillia”
Johnyelledandwavedhappily.
“Iamhere.”
WilliamtrottedtoJohn’ssidewithverythicklayersofbooks，“Youknow!Ishouldfinishthattiresomeethicsarticle，”
heshrugged.
Johntwitchedhismouth，“Don’ttalkaboutitanymore.That‘fatcat’ofahicsprofessoralwaysforcesustodosomedauntingtasks.”
Hesaid.Theriestofindsomeopic.Sohepointstoahotgirl“Oh!Lookatthatgirl.Shelookssoalluring.Thatbosomandass，Ithingshemaylosemycock.She’sarealspirit.”
Johnclaimedwithadmiration.
“Youwanttotry”
“Whynot”
“Whatever，youmayenjoy，butI...Iwantsomerealrelationship，notthatkindsof‘youhavemoney，Ihavewindow’.Actually，Iamapragmatist（实用主义者），butnotthispart.”
Williamsaidfirmly.
“OK…OK，enjoyyourlife.IetosendmyPeaceofEarth（pureofessence）.”
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