Chapter 3 3. Art processing

Chapter One A few days ago, I went to an art exhibition and saw a painting. The painting had already been bought by a buyer, and the price was five yuan.The young painter was a second-rate guy from the West named Kraft.This person has a favorite food, plus a pet theory.His spiritual food is the theory that the natural things must be processed artistically, and he firmly believes that this theory is always correct.His theory is based on a dish made of corned beef minced potatoes with a poached poached egg.There is a story behind this painting.Thinking of this, I went back home, spread out the paper, and wrote down the story.Kraft's Thoughts, though, that's not where this story begins.

Three years ago, Kraft, Bill.Judkins (a poet) and I dined at Saffle's on Eighth Street.I say meal.When we have money in our pockets.Sever took the money from us, those are his words.We don't pay on credit; we go into restaurants, order food, and eat what comes.We either pay the bill or we don't.We are sure to see the gloomy look on Severl's face and the sullen fierceness in his heart.In the depths of his melancholy soul, he was either a prince, or a fool, or an artist.He was sitting at a moth-eaten and battered desk with stacks of bills, old and outdated, and I'd bet henry on the bottom one.Hudson [note 1] the bill to pay after eating the oysters.Like Napoleon III [Note 2] and the drum-eyed perch, Sevres can suddenly cover his eyes with a film and close the windows of the soul.One time, we left the restaurant without paying for the meal, making up some nonsense excuses, and when we left, I looked back and saw him hiding behind the film, laughing silently, laughing loudly. Trembling all over.We also sometimes write off debts.

[Note 1] Hudson (about 1550|1661), a British explorer, explored the Hudson River during his voyage to find the Northwest Passage of North America. 【Note 2】Napoleon III (1803|1873), nephew of Napoleon I, formerly known as Louis.Napoleon, Emperor of France (1852|1870). Still, the main thing at Saffle's was Millie.Millie is a waitress.She is an excellent example of Kraft's theory of artistic processing.She was, to a large extent, born to the line of waiters, as Minerva [Note 1] is to the art of demolition, and Venus is to the serious science of flirting.If she had been cast in copper and placed on a seat, she would have been a goddess statue whose sautéed bacon and pork liver would make your life endlessly memorable, comparable to the noblest of her heroes and sisters.She belongs to the Saffle restaurant.You look forward to seeing her massive body looming in the stinking blue smoke of fried fat, just as you look forward to seeing the Palisades on the swaying Hudson The same as appearing in the dense fog of the river.In the restaurant, Millie was wrapped in the steam from steaming dishes, the steam from a large amount of ham, the sound of glass and saucer breaking, the sound of metal clanging, the scream of fast food, the hunger growling. Amidst the croaking of the cooing diners, and all the disgusting din and clamor of the diners as they ate, and the buzzing camps passed down to us by the pharaohs flying around, she was graceful. It is fascinating to walk through it, like a huge liner passing through the canoes of howling savages.

[Note 1] Minerva (Minerva), the goddess of art, skill and wisdom in Roman mythology, is Yavna in Greek mythology. [Note 2] Palisades: The cliffs along the west bank of the Hudson River in New York State and New Jersey. We poor literati goddesses are really sustained only by a few lines of poetry, lines of majesty and beauty that we have to follow with trepidation.Millie's sleeves were always rolled high above her elbows.She could pick up our three muskets with both hands and throw them out the window.She is younger than any of us, but she is unruly and natural, just like Eve, and her simplicity is incomparable, so she cared for us like a mother from the beginning.She fed us whatever was available at Sevres, regardless of the price or the quantity, as if the restaurant were an inexhaustible cornucopia. 1], her voice is as melodious as a big silver bell; she loves to smile, and when she smiles, she shows her big white teeth; she seems to be the orange sun that has just risen on the top of the mountain, every time I see her, I must Think of Yosemite [Note 2].Somehow, however, it was difficult for me to imagine how she would survive away from Sèvres.God put her in a restaurant, where she took root and grew into a tall man.She seemed to be very happy, every Saturday night, when she received a few pitiful wages, she was as happy as a child who received a red envelope by accident, flushing with joy.

【Note 1】Cornucopia (Cornucopia): In Greek mythology, the horns symbolize abundance. [Note 2] Yosemite: The central region of California, USA, where there is Yosemite Canyon and the waterfall with the largest drop in North America. Chapter two Each of the three of us harbored a secret anxiety, and it was Kraft who was the first to speak out about it.Of course, it's about an artistic problem that we're working on.One of us compares the subtle harmony that exists between Haydn's symphonies and pistachio brownies to the subtle harmony between Millie's and Sevres'. Millie was bound to a certain fate, Kraft said, and if she succumbed to fate, Sevres and we would lose her.

Will she gain weight?asked Judkins timidly. Would she go to night school and become refined?I hurriedly said a word. Well, said Kraft, poking with a stiff forefinger dipped in a pool of spilled coffee, Caesar's opponent is Brutus cotton's opponent is bollworm, opera divas' opponent is Pittsburgh , the opponent of the summer boarding school students is poison ivy, it is the Carnegie Medal of the Heroes Association, it is the support of the art itself Morgan giant [Note], it is the roses [Note] Carnegie Medal: Andrew.Carnegie (1835-1919), American steel magnate.Jonny.Spencer.Morgan (1813|1890), American financial giant.

Come on, I interrupted distractedly, do you think Millie won't marry? Someday, Kraft asserted solemnly, a million-dollar lumberjack from Wisconsin was going to order a plate of beans from Severl's, and it was he who would marry Millie. no way!Judkins and I cried out in horror. Lumberjack.Kraft repeated hoarsely. A rich lumberjack!I looked up to the sky and sighed in despair. From Wisconsin!Judkins groaned in pain. We agreed that a terrible doom seemed to be upon her.It's too likely to happen.Millie was like a big virgin pine forest somewhere, born to attract the attention of the lumberjacks.We are well aware of the habit of those Wisconsinites who, when they get lucky, make a fortune.They'd go straight to New York and get beans at a cheap diner, and whenever a girl brought them beans they'd put what they brought at her feet.Ouch, that's how things started themselves.On the playlists of the weekly editions of New York newspapers, he reserved the number one red-horned play.

The charming hostess recruits a proud Wisconsin woodcutter who is a proud son-in-law. For a while, we felt like we were about to lose Millie.It is our fondness for the theory of the invariably correct artistic process that inspires us.We can't give her up to a woodcutter whose millions and rusticity make him doubly odious.We all shuddered at the thought of Millie, with her voice out of tune and her sleeves no longer rolled up, pouring tea in a feller's marble teepee.No!She was born to belong to the Sèvres restaurant, to the smoke of steamed meat, the aroma of cabbage, the tinkling grand piano, the magnetic plates and rattling throwers that seem to be made of iron ore The voices merged into a Wagnerian restaurant chorus.

[Note] Wagner (Richard Wagner, 1813 | 1883): German composer, wrote fourteen operas in his life. third chapter Unfortunately our fears came true.That night, a guy who was destined to confiscate Millie came out of the vast forest and counted the art processing and adjustment fees we paid.However, the man responsible for this visit was not from Wisconsin, but from Alaska. He walked quickly into the restaurant, as if on a dog sled, just as we were having dinner of beef stew and dried apples, and our table, like so many, was a mess.He rapes our ears with his casual gay coyness, announcing he's joining the ranks of machos lost in the wilderness of cheap eateries.We hugged him like a weirdo, and three minutes later, we'd seen each other so late, we'd almost become friends.

He was stout, with a full beard, and his skin was dry and rough due to the long-term wind.He said that he just got off the car in front of a ferry in Beijiang.I imagined I could see the Chilcoot snow dust falling on his shoulders.Then he piled up a table full of gold nuggets, stuffed snowbirds, rosary beads, and sealskins brought by rich men from the Klondike, and began to tell us about his millions. [Note] Klondike: A place name in the western part of the Yukon Territory in Canada. In 1896, there was a wave of gold here. The bank draft is 2 million, and he started to calculate the general ledger. My mining farms can get 1,000 yuan a day.Well, now, give me some beef stew and canned peaches.I haven't been off a train since I left Seattle on a dog sled, and now I'm hungry.You don't eat what those niggers in the Pullman cars serve you, you gentlemen call yourselves what you eat.

Then Millie loomed, one bare arm piled high with plates like Mount St. Elias The flash floods in the gullies are generally smiling.I saw the Klondike man throwing away a pile of seal skins and gold nuggets like throwing garbage, and staring at her intently with his mouth half open.You could almost see the diamond tiara on Millie's head and the hand-embroidered silk Paris nightgown that he was going to buy for her. 【Note】Peak St. Elias: A mountain on the border of Alaska, Canada. At last the bollworm attacks the cotton the poison ivy stretches out its tendrils to entangle the boarding school summer students the millionaire woodcutter in his thin disguise of an Alaskan miner, ready to devour our Millie in one gulp, Disturbing a naturally beautiful girl. Kraft was the first to act.He jumps up, thumps the Klondike on the back, hey, go out for a drink.He yelled, drinking first, and then eating. Judkins grabbed him by the arm and I grabbed the other.We dragged him, stuffed his pockets with embalmed snowbirds and gold nuggets that couldn't be eaten, giggled, yelled, dragged him like a couple of merry buddies Out of the restaurant, came to a coffee shop. There, he protested under his breath in good spirits, that she was the girl who was destined to spend my money.He announced that from now on, she can eat from my pot for the rest of her life.Ah, I have never seen such a beautiful girl. I want to go back there and propose to her.If she sees all the gold dust I have, I don't think she'll ever want to be a waitress in a diner again. Kraft tossed his meager money at the bar, then gave Judkins and me such an alluring look that we both had to give it away until the last dime was spent on the same Our guests clink glasses. Later, when we were all out of ammunition and the Klondike was still a little sane, he started babbling about Millie again, and Kraft yelled polite insults into his ear It's about how the rich don't take a hair out of their hands, until the miner throws down a lot of silver coins and banknotes, calls all the wine in the world, and washes off the mud that's been thrown on him. That's it, you're done.We drove him from the field with his own guns, and then we called a wagon, and sent him to a remote inn, and put him to bed, surrounded by piles of his gold nuggets and baby sealskins. He would never find Sevres again.Tomorrow, Kraft said, he would propose to the first waitress he saw in a dairy.And Milly, the natural beauty I mean, is saved! Then the three of us went back to the Sevres restaurant and found that there were few customers in the restaurant, so we joined hands and surrounded Millie and did an Indian dance. This, hey, happened three years ago.About that time we started to have a bit of a turnaround and we were able to buy more expensive and less wholesome food than Sevres, and we went our separate ways after that, and I never saw Kraft again, rarely to Judkins. However, as I said before, a few days ago I saw a painting that sold for 5,000 yuan called "Bodyssia". The characters in the painting seem to fill up the outdoor space, but , among those who stood before the painting in admiration, I believe I was the only one who longed for Boadicia to step out of her little frame and serve me that corned beef mince and mashed potatoes with poached eggs of. I hurried away to visit Kraft.His satanic eyes hadn't changed a bit, his hair was still matted and tangled, only worse, but he wore clothes made by a tailor. I don't know anything about it.I told him. We bought a cottage in the Bronx with that money.He said. [Note] Bronx: One of the five boroughs of New York City. Come at seven in the evening, any day. So, I say, you lead us with that lumberjack versus that Klondike isn't it all about the principles of art processing that are always right? Uh, not quite.Kraft replied, grinning.