國立中央大學英美語文學系系友會

The Person That Impresses Me Most If there is someone who has made me rethink about our education, which molds our society today, it would be the hobo I met in Chung-Li Train Station last Sunday. While I was waiting for my bus in line as other students did, a man, obviously drunken, crawlingly stumbled along from afar. He finally found himself a yellow seat and threw himself into it, and that was when I saw his face. Underneath his oil-stained red hat, his gray hair grew like hay. He had an oily face, rather dark, and mustache’s stubble around his chin. His black jacket was old, and so were his pants. Both of them looked formal, but he awkwardly wore a pair of plastic slippers on his feet. He seemed tired. Sleepy and exhausted, he had drunken so much that I could smell of alcohol that mixed with gasoline in the air from several meters away. He lay weakly on a yellow seat with a plastic bag full of empty cans and bottles and started to twist his body as if he had been an uncomfortab...

Island of Yesterday Receive thy new possessor: one who brings A mind not to be changed by place or time. The mind is its own place, and in itself Can make a Heav’n of Hell, a Hell of Heav’n. ─John Milton, Paradise Lost, Book I It is the window of a prison they left him, and an island. That fatal year, with frenzy and a goal, a goal that still reverberated in his vein during those sleepless nights, he faced the impossible and the multitude. Battlefield, blood, reeking breath, memory, religion and philosophy are all trapped in a heated discussion of life and death. He was an Achilles, mighty and fearless, his men used to call him. No, never an Achilles. Achilles was swollen with his feet. His feet had been well shaped by birth and dimmed in the sobbing Styx, entirely. He was Beowulf, the epic and the one man that pulled heaven and earth apart. Or he should be the great Ozymandias, king of kings, he once contended. And yet, even Ozymandias cheated no death and pas...