Harry Potter Morning Light

In a certain painting of "Venus and Adonis" by Titian, Venus is naked, hugging Adonis who is about to hunt, as if begging him not to go to meet the mortal destiny.

This goddess who was good at using the power of charm even wore the same clothes as Artemis and disguised herself as the goddess of hunting to hunt with Adonis.

But Adonis, who was held by Venus, smiled carelessly, as if he thought Venus was making a fuss.

Georgiana slowly untied the bandage on his hand.

Military doctors of this era seemed to be unable to use any other surgical tools except saws, and the operating room was similar to a slaughterhouse.

She endured the nausea and took off the bandages, leaving his hand intact.

"It's just a sprain." He smiled easily and wiped away her tears with his other hand.

She wasn't exactly crying because he was hurt.

In Protagoras written by Plato, he wrote:

Apart from happiness and pain, there is no difference between them, is there? Because there is no other possible way, just like a person who is good at measuring, if you put happiness and pain together and weigh them together, you can see which one is heavier. Because you measure happiness and happiness, you There will always be more happiness, and if you measure between happiness and pain, such behavior must be completed when the happiness is greater than the pain.

Plato believes that "the desire for pleasure" is an impulsive desire for immediate pleasure. A person who seeks pleasure eats the second piece of cake just because the cake will bring him happiness, even if she knows that she will be sad about having flesh on her body. regret.

By resisting activity in front of her in order to achieve long-term happiness, she is not simply being governed by her desire for pleasure; she is succumbing to her hedonistic impulses to her more rational, shrewd side.

How long is this long term? Eternity after death? Go to heaven to enjoy happiness?

When the Black Death came, people realized that there was no "long term", carpe diem replaced shrewdness and rationality, and immediate happiness was more attractive than distant happiness.

When a person claims that he sometimes does bad things just because it is pleasant, he is thinking of immediate pleasure.

Time is not only destructive, it also represents money.

Nature's rainwater is free, but it is easily blocked by mountains. If you want to use water in the arid interior, you need to invest extra cost and energy to obtain what others can get without any effort.

Unless there really is a magical animal like the thunderbird that can summon rain.

"Does it still hurt?" she said while crying.

If it was Draco, he would have said it hurt and asked his girlfriend to comfort him.

"It doesn't hurt anymore." He said with shining eyes and a devilish smile on his face.

She buried her face in his hands, as if washing his hands with her tears.

Although Zeus was angry that Prometheus had stolen fire, he did not deprive mankind of the fire he had obtained. He just tied Prometheus to the Caucasus Mountains and let an eagle peck his liver until Hercules released him.

So did Prometheus succumb to the punishment from the outside world and admit that he had committed a crime?

When a man and a woman wear wedding rings, it not only binds each other, but also represents their submission to become someone's spouse.

If one party keeps going to see people outside, it proves that he no longer wants to submit. Even Venus crying blindly could not stop Adonis from hunting, nor could she stop him from becoming an anemone.

Then she gradually stopped crying.

When she raised her head, she found that a "small pond" had formed in his palm. She suddenly felt extremely embarrassed and quickly wiped away her tears.

"Why don't you use a handkerchief?" he asked in a good mood.

"I don't have that habit." She continued to wipe away her tears with her hands.

Of course he didn't hand her a handkerchief either.

He caressed the garnet and peridot necklace around her neck.

"You always like cheap gems."

The last time she wore it was a black swan-shaped crystal pendant. She clearly told him that if she took it off, she would become old and ugly, but he still took it off.

When he knows there is an opportunity to obtain more happiness than pain, he will accept it without hesitation, even if it means giving up immediate gratification and choosing delayed gratification.

"Symbolic meaning," Georgiana said. "Peridot is the birthstone of August."

He looked at the peridot in silence.

It is indeed beautiful, not only has high color and transparency, but also has a very good cutting process and is teardrop shaped.

"Do you think you won?" she asked with ulterior motives.

"Happiness is getting what you want." He sighed, "Happiness is enjoying everything."

She opened his hand.

"You are giving me a birthday present now. What will you give me on my birthday?" he said as he slumped in his chair.

This kind of sitting posture is very impolite, looks like a gangster, and does not have the majesty of an emperor or king at all.

"You lack nothing, what should I give you?" she choked.

"Did you read the gift I gave you?" he said calmly.

She thought for a while before remembering the "family tree" he mentioned.

"Even if the curse on me is lifted, I can't give you a son." She said coldly, "Veela can only give birth to daughters."

"It doesn't matter, there is a female elector now anyway." He said in a careless and dishonest manner.

"Which place have you chosen?" he said in a benevolent manner.

Georgiana did think about finding a piece of land where she would look after Josephine and make him and Marie Louise their Emperor and Queen.

"Didn't you hear me? There's a curse on me." She refused unceremoniously.

He wasn't angry, probably because he was in a really good mood.

But she sensed that his patience was running out.

"If God permits," she said politely.

He sat up straight suddenly, put his hand on the back of her head, gave her a French kiss, and then stood up with the map.

"Come here." He waved to her, as if inviting her to participate in a game.

But she seemed to see a luxuriously dressed woman standing at the door.

If what Josephine said was true, she was worried about whether the Parliament had a resolution that was unfavorable to Napoleon, so she asked Charles the Dragoon to inquire. It was precisely out of curiosity.

"I won't go," Georgiana refused.

He looked at her in surprise.

"I just came to see how you are." She stood up from the ground. "I'm going back."

He looked like he was about to say something.

"Women shouldn't be involved in politics," she said before he could speak.

"Then what is this?" He held up the map in his hand.

"Freedom, didn't I tell you just now?"

He looked at her cautiously.

"Next time you want to kiss a girl, remember to take off the ring on your hand. Otherwise, it will be disrespectful to marriage and family, if you are really a Rousseauist."

After she finished speaking, she stepped over him and left the room.

There was indeed someone outside the door, but it was not Josephine, but an old nobleman.

The contempt in her eyes was undisguised.

"You may have heard it, but I'll say it again." Georgiana smiled. "The product of virtue appears in the form of terror."

The woman looked horrified.

This time it was Georgiana's turn to laugh heartily.

Then she left St. Cloud, escorted by Julian.