【正文】 infinite, so long are you young.　When the aerials are down, and your spirit is covered with snows of cynicism and the ice of pessimism, then you are grown old, even at twenty, but as long as your aerials are up, to catch^ the waves of optimism, there is hope you may die young at eighty.　——　Samuel Ullman 　4Jane Eyre (excerpt)“No. You must stay! I swear it — and the oath shall be kept”.　“I tell you I must go!” I retorted, roused to something like passion.“Do you think I can stay to bee nothing to you? Do you think I am an automaton? — a machine without feeling? and can bear to have my morsel of bread snatched from my lips，and my drop of living water dashed from my cup? Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain, and little, I am soulless and heartless? You think wrong! — I have as much soul as you, — and full as much heart! And if God had gifted me with some beauty and much wealth, I should have made it as hard for you to leave me, as it is now for me to leave you. I am not talking to you now through the medium of custom, conventionalities，nor even of mortal flesh — it is my spirit that addresses your spirit。 we shall never surrender...　14SummerI chanced to rise very early one particular morning this summer, and took a walk into the country to divert myself among the fields and meadows, while the green was new, and the flowers in their bloom. As at this season of the year every lane is a beautiful walk, and every hedge full of nosegays, I lost myself, with a great deal of pleasure, among several thickets and bushes that were filled with a great variety of birds, and an agreeable confusion of notes, which formed the pleasantest scene in the world to one who had passed a whole winter in noise and smoke. The freshness of the dews that lay upon everything about me, with the cool breath of the morning, which inspired the birds with so many delightful instincts, created in me the same kind of animal pleasure, and made my heart overflow with such secret emotions of joy and satisfaction as are not to be described or accounted for. 　—Joseph Addison, Tulips 　15How to Be HappyAt the airport bookstore, there are only about a dozen free standing shelves of books. It’s Darwinian selection at its most brutal: only the most popular authors, the newest novels, and the most recognizable classics survive. You won’t find the lesserknown works of Oscar Wilde or Voltaire or even Hemingway — there isn’t space for them. Jane Austen makes only the briefest appearance, and Edgar Allen Poe shows his face only at Halloween. There are no collections of poetry beyond Dr. Seuss. There is, however, a whole rack of selfhelp books. 　Americans are obsessed with making ourselves better, smarter, thinner. You can buy books to improve your vocabulary. You can devour as tack of books that will teach you to work more efficiently, more ruthlessly, and claw your way to the top — and then you can read books on how to stop and smell the roses and enjoy your life more fully. There are even books that will teach you how to organize your closets. All of these things dance around the essential truth: we want to behappy. We want to be loved. We want to find meaning in our lives and feel that our contributions make a difference. 　This, then, is the Rusty Brain Guide: How To Be Happy. 　◆ Eat more cookies. Abstaining from a single cookie isn’t going to make you look svelte and toned. Go on, eat some cookies. I remend the double chocolate ones with chocolate chips inside. 　◆ Sing. In your car. In elevators. At the mall, especially at Crate amp。 silence would teach him the joys of sound.　Now and then I have tested my seeing friends to discover what they see. Recently I was visited by a very good friend who had just returned from a long walk in the woods, and I asked her what she had observed.“Nothing in particular,” she replied. I might have been incredulous had I not been accustomed to such reposes, for long ago I became convinced that the seeing see little.　How was it possible, I asked myself, to walk for an hour through the woods and see nothing worthy of note? I who cannot see find hundreds of things to interest me through mere touch. I feel the delicate symmetry of a leaf. I pass my hands lovingly about the smooth skin of a silver birch, or the rough, shaggy bark of a pine. In the spring I touch the branches of trees hopefully in search of a bud the first sign of awakening Nature after her winter’s sleep. I feel the delightful, velvety texture of a flower, and discover its remarkable convolutions。s make things better.(Philips) Mosquito Bye Bye Bye.(RADAR) Good to the last drop. (Maxwell) Obey your thirst． Things go better with CocaCola. (CocaCola). The choice of a new generation.（百事可樂）Take time to indulge．（雀巢冰激凌）The taste is great.（雀巢咖啡）To me， the past is black and white， but the future is always color．（軒尼詩酒）Just do it.（耐克運動鞋）Feel the new space.（三星電子）Intelligence everywhere.（摩托羅拉手機）Let’s make things better. (Philips)讓我們