はてなキーワード: LIEとは
群と言えば対称性みたいなの、ほんとやめるべき
ほんとそれ。
物理学科で「群とは対称性です!」という言い方で講義されたけど全然意味わからんかったわ。
ベクトル場とかテンソル場に対して「座標変換に対する変換性の違いが」とか言うのも同様。
ベクトルとかテンソルは座標系に関係なく存在するもんであって、変換性が問題になるのは適当な基底で表示した場合だけ。
「座標系に関係ない」ということが多様体(当然Lie群も多様体)の本質なんだからそこを外すのは流石にダメだろって思う。
群だって対称性とは関係なく存在していて、何か別のオブジェクトに対する群作用を考えたときに初めて対称性の話が出てくるだけなのにな。
Lie群に付随する等質空間は(よく知らんが)本質的な構造であって、それを対称性と言うんだろうけど、物理で言う「対称性」とはちょっと違うと思う。
Betsy and Solomon lived happily through that winter and spring, and before summer came we had made up our minds to return to the East. What should we do with the owls? They would be a great deal of trouble to some one. They required an immense amount of petting, and a frequent supply of perfectly fresh meat. No matter how busy we were, one of us had to go to the butcher every other day.
We began to inquire among our friends who would like a nice, affectionate pair of owls? There seemed no great eagerness on the part of any one to(23) take the pets we so much valued. Plans for their future worried me so much that at last I said to my sister, “We will take them East with us.”
The owls, who were to take so long a journey, became objects of interest to our friends, and at a farewell tea given to us, a smartly dressed young man vowed that he must take leave of Solomon and Betsy. Calling for a broom, he slowly passed it to and fro over the carpet before them, while they sat looking at him with lifted ear tufts that betrayed great interest in his movements.
We trembled a little in view of our past moving experiences, but we were devoted to the little creatures and, when the time came, we cheerfully boarded the overland train at Oakland.
We had with us Betsy and Solomon in their large cage, and in a little cage a pair of strawberry finches, so called because their breasts are dotted like a strawberry. A friend had requested us to bring them East for her. We had also a dog—not Teddy, that had only been lent to us; but our own Irish setter Nita, one of the most lovable and interesting animals that I have ever owned.
The chipmunk was no longer with us. He had not seemed happy in the aviary—indeed, he lay down in it and threw me a cunning look, as if to say, “I will die if you don’t let me out of this.” So I gave him the freedom of the house. That pleased him, and for a few days he was very diligent in assisting us with our housekeeping by picking(24) all the crumbs off the floors and eating them. Then he disappeared, and I hope was happy ever after among the superb oak trees of the university grounds close to us.
When we started for the East, the pets, of course, had to go into the baggage car, and I must say here for the benefit of those persons who wish to travel with animals and birds, that there is good accommodation for them on overland trains. Sometimes we bought tickets for them, sometimes they had to go in an express car, sometimes we tipped the baggagemasters, but the sums spent were not exorbitant, and we found everywhere provision made for pets. You cannot take them in your rooms in hotels, but there is a place for them somewhere, and they will be brought to you whenever you wish to see them, or to give them exercise. We were on several different railway lines, and visited eight different cities, and the dog and birds, upon arriving in eastern Canada, seemed none the worse for their trip.
However, I would not by any means encourage the transportation of animals. Indeed, my feelings on the subject, since I understand the horrors animals and birds endure while being whirled from one place to another, are rather too strong for utterance. I would only say that in a case like mine, where separation between an owner and pets would mean unhappiness, it is better for both to endure a few days or weeks of travel. Then the case of animals(25) and birds traveling with some one who sees and encourages them every day is different from the case of unfortunate creatures sent off alone.
Our Nita was taken out of the car at every station where it was possible to exercise her, and one of us would run into restaurants along the route to obtain fresh meat for the owls. Their cage was closely covered, but whenever they heard us coming they hooted, and as no one seemed to guess what they were, they created a great deal of interest. My sister and I were amused one evening in Salt Lake City to see a man bending over the cage with an air of perplexity.
“They must be pollies,” he said at last, and yet his face showed that he did not think those were parrot noises issuing from within.
I remember one evening on arriving in Albany, New York, causing slight consternation in the hotel by a demand for raw meat. We hastened to explain that we did not want it for ourselves, and finally obtained what we wished.
As soon as we arrived home in Halifax, Nova Scotia, the owls were put downstairs in a nice, dry basement. They soon found their way upstairs, where the whole family was prepared to welcome them on account of their pretty ways and their love for caresses.
Strange to say, they took a liking to my father, who did not notice them particularly, and a mischievous dislike to my mother, who was disposed to(26) pet them. They used to fly on her head whenever they saw her. Their little claws were sharp and unpleasant to her scalp. We could not imagine why they selected her head unless it was that her gray hair attracted them. However, we had a French Acadian maid called Lizzie, whose hair was jet black, and they disliked her even more than they did my mother.
Lizzie, to get to her storeroom, had to cross the furnace-room where the owls usually were, and she soon began to complain bitterly of them.
“Dey watch me,” she said indignantly, “dey fly on my head, dey scratch me, an’ pull out my hairpins, an’ make my head sore.”
“Why don’t you push them off, Lizzie?” I asked, “they are only tiny things.”
“Dey won’t go—dey hold on an’ beat me,” she replied, and soon the poor girl had to arm herself with a switch when she went near them.
Lizzie was a descendant of the veritable Acadians mentioned in Longfellow’s “Evangeline,” of whom there are several thousand in Nova Scotia. My mother was attached to her, and at last she said, “I will not have Lizzie worried. Bring the owls up in my bathroom.”
There they seemed perfectly happy, sitting watching the sparrows from the window and teasing my long-suffering mother, who was obliged to give up using gas in this bathroom, for very often the owls put it out by flying at it.
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One never heard them coming. I did not before this realize how noiseless the flight of an owl is. One did not dream they were near till there was a breath of air fanning one’s cheek. After we gave up the gas, for fear they would burn themselves, we decided to use a candle. It was absolutely necessary to have an unshaded light, for they would perch on any globe shading a flame, and would burn their feet.
The candle was more fun for them than the gas, for it had a smaller flame, and was more easily extinguished, and usually on entering the room, away would go the light, and we would hear in the corner a laughing voice, saying “Too, who, who, who, who!”
The best joke of all for the owls was to put out the candle when one was taking a bath, and I must say I heard considerable grumbling from the family on the subject. It seemed impossible to shade the light from them, and to find one’s self in the dark in the midst of a good splash, to have to emerge from the tub, dripping and cross, and search for matches, was certainly not calculated to add to one’s affection for Solomon and Betsy. However, they were members of the family, and as George Eliot says, “The members of your family are like the nose on your face—you have got to put up with it, seeing you can’t get rid of it.”
Alas! the time soon came when we had to lament the death of one of our troublesome but beloved pets.
Betsy one day partook heartily of a raw fish head,(28) and in spite of remedies applied, sickened rapidly and sank into a dying condition.
I was surprised to find what a hold the little thing had taken on my affection. When her soft, gray body became cold, I held her in my hand close to the fire and, with tears in my eyes, wished for a miracle to restore her to health.
She lay quietly until just before she died. Then she opened her eyes and I called to the other members of the family to come and see their strange expression. They became luminous and beautiful, and dilated in a peculiar way. We hear of the eyes of dying persons lighting up wonderfully, and this strange illumination of little Betsy’s eyes reminded me of such cases.
Even after death she lay with those wide-open eyes, and feeling that I had lost a friend, I put down her little dead body. It was impossible for me to conceal my emotion, and my mother, who had quite forgotten Betsy’s hostility to her, generously took the little feathered creature to a taxidermist.
I may say that Betsy was the first and last bird I shall ever have stuffed. I dare say the man did the work as well as it could be done, but I gazed in dismay at my Betsy when she came home. That stiff little creature sitting on a stick, with glazed eyes and motionless body, could not be the pretty little bird whose every motion was grace. Ever since the day of Betsy’s death, I can feel no admiration for a dead bird. Indeed, I turn sometimes with a shudder(29) from the agonized postures, the horrible eyes of birds in my sister women’s hats—and yet I used to wear them myself. My present conviction shows what education will do. If you like and study live birds, you won’t want to wear dead ones.
After Betsy’s death Solomon seemed so lonely that I resolved to buy him a companion. I chose a robin, and bought him for two dollars from a woman who kept a small shop. A naturalist friend warned me that I would have trouble, but I said remonstratingly, “My owl is not like other owls. He has been brought up like a baby. He does not know that his ancestors killed little birds.”
Alas! When my robin had got beautifully tame, when he would hop about after me, and put his pretty head on one side while I dug in the earth for worms for him, when he was apparently on the best of terms with Sollie, I came home one day to a dreadful discovery. Sollie was flying about with the robin’s body firmly clutched in one claw. He had killed and partly eaten him. I caught him, took the robin away from him, and upbraided him severely.
“Too, who, who, who who,” he said—apologetically, it seemed to me, “instinct was too strong for me. I got tired of playing with him, and thought I would see what he tasted like.”
I could not say too much to him. What about the innocent lambs and calves, of which Sollie’s owners had partaken?
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I had a fine large place in the basement for keeping pets, with an earth floor, and a number of windows, and I did not propose to have Sollie murder all the birds I might acquire. So, one end of this room was wired off for him. He had a window in this cage overlooking the garden, and it was large enough for me to go in and walk about, while talking to him. He seemed happy enough there, and while gazing into the garden or watching the rabbits, guineapigs, and other pets in the large part of the room, often indulged in long, contented spells of cooing—not hooting.
In 1902 I was obliged to leave him for a six months’ trip to Europe. He was much petted by my sister, and I think spent most of his time upstairs with the family. When I returned home I brought, among other birds, a handsome Brazil cardinal. I stood admiring him as he stepped out of his traveling cage and flew around the aviary. Unfortunately, instead of choosing a perch, he flattened himself against the wire netting in Sollie’s corner.
I was looking right at him and the owl, and I never saw anything but lightning equal the celerity of Sollie’s flight, as he precipitated himself against the netting and caught at my cardinal’s showy red crest. The cardinal screamed like a baby, and I ran to release him, marveling that the owl could so insinuate his little claws through the fine mesh of the wire. However, he could do it, and he gripped the struggling cardinal by the long, hair-like(31) topknot, until I uncurled the wicked little claws. A bunch of red feathers fell to the ground, and the dismayed cardinal flew into a corner.
“Sollie,” I said, going into his cage and taking him in my hand, “how could you be so cruel to that new bird?”
“Oh, coo, coo, coo, coo,” he replied in a delightfully soft little voice, and gently resting his naughty little beak against my face. “You had better come upstairs,” I said, “I am afraid to leave you down here with that poor cardinal. You will be catching him again.”
He cooed once more. This just suited him, and he spent the rest of his life in regions above. I knew that he would probably not live as long in captivity as he would have done if his lot had been cast in the California foothills. His life was too unnatural. In their native state, owls eat their prey whole, and after a time disgorge pellets of bones, feathers, hairs, and scales, the remnants of food that cannot be digested.
My owls, on account of their upbringing, wanted their food cleaned for them. Betsy, one day, after much persuasion, swallowed a mouse to oblige me, but she was such a dismal picture as she sat for a long time with the tail hanging out of her beak that I never offered her another.
I tried to keep Solomon in condition by giving him, or forcing him to take, foreign substances, but my plan only worked for a time.
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I always dreaded the inevitable, and one winter day in 1903 I looked sharply at him, as he called to me when I entered the house after being away for a few hours. “That bird is ill!” I said.
No other member of the family saw any change in him, but when one keeps birds and becomes familiar with the appearance of each one, they all have different facial and bodily expressions, and one becomes extremely susceptible to the slightest change. As I examined Sollie, my heart sank within me, and I began to inquire what he had been eating. He had partaken freely of boiled egg, meat, and charcoal. I gave him a dose of olive oil, and I must say that the best bird or beast to take medicine is an owl. Neither he nor Betsy ever objected in the l
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<div class="conversation"><h4>Close your head</h4><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>Close your eyes…」「Close your head…</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: Close your eyes... Close your head...</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>say, what you saw. you can see with mind.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I saw... darkness. My mind's eye is a void, devoid of sight.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>i can light you. </div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: Light me then.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div><*click*> i light you now. then, what you see? you can see with mind.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I see a dimly lit room. Shadows dance on the walls, and a faint, eerie glow permeates the space.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>Shadow of what?</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: The shadows seem to take form, twisting and contorting into strange, indistinct shapes. It's as if they are the embodiment of forgotten fears and hidden desires.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>Do you have any idea who is showing it?</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I have no idea. The source of these shadows remains hidden, shrouded in mystery and intrigue.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>OK, let's leave the mysterious and scary shadow behind. What else can you see in this room?</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: In this dimly lit room, I can make out a cluttered assortment of objects. There's an old, tattered book lying open on a dusty table, its pages filled with arcane symbols. A moth-eaten rug covers a portion of the floor, and a cracked mirror hangs on one wall, reflecting distorted images. The air carries a musty scent, and I sense an atmosphere of abandonment and neglect.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>You pick book and check it</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I reach out and pick up the old book. Its pages feel brittle and fragile in my hands. As I flip through the pages, the text appears to be written in a language I can't comprehend, filled with cryptic symbols and diagrams. It's a tome of secrets, but its meaning remains elusive.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>see book cover</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I examine the cover of the book, trying to discern any details despite the dim light. The cover is worn and weathered, and it bears an intricate design of what appears to be a coiled serpent, its scales formed from shimmering, iridescent colors. Above the serpent, there's a title in elegant script, but it's written in a language I can't decipher. The book exudes an aura of mystique and ancient knowledge.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>Is there a place to go? What about the door?</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I turn my attention to the room's exit, the door. It stands tall and imposing, made of heavy, dark wood. There's a tarnished doorknob, and the door appears to be slightly ajar, revealing a sliver of what lies beyond. It beckons me to explore further, promising unknown adventures or perhaps even more mysteries.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>try to open</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I approach the door and grasp the tarnished doorknob. With a gentle push, the door creaks open, revealing a corridor shrouded in shadows. The faint glow from the room behind me barely penetrates the darkness ahead. I step cautiously into the corridor, ready to uncover the secrets that lie beyond.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>foward.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I proceed forward down the shadowy corridor, my footsteps echoing faintly in the dimness. The path ahead seems endless, and the air grows cooler as I delve deeper into the unknown, guided only by the flickering light behind me and the anticipation of what awaits.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>foward and look around</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: Continuing down the corridor, I take a moment to look around. The walls are lined with faded, tattered tapestries depicting scenes of ancient battles and mythical creatures. The torch sconces that once held flames have long since burned out, leaving only empty brackets. The air feels heavy with history, and there's a faint, eerie whispering that seems to emanate from the walls themselves, as if they hold secrets untold.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>keep going until you discover something</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I press on, the corridor seemingly endless. My journey is shrouded in uncertainty, but I persist, driven by the need to discover what lies ahead. The shadows deepen, and the air grows colder as I continue, my curiosity and determination unwavering.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>stop! you here that?</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I halt in my tracks, straining my ears to listen. There's a faint, distant sound, almost like a whisper carried on the wind. It's indistinct, but it holds a mysterious allure, beckoning me to investigate further.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>listen carefully</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I listen intently, my senses sharpened as I focus on the elusive sound. It becomes clearer, a haunting melody that seems to weave through the very air itself. It's both captivating and eerie, drawing me closer to its source with each haunting note.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>who play that?</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: The source of the haunting melody remains elusive, hidden in the shadows. It's as if the music emanates from the very walls, an ethereal presence that defies explanation. There is no visible musician, yet the music continues to fill the corridor, casting a spell of enchantment and mystery.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>Head to the source of the sound and investigate (dice roll)</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I heed the roll of the dice and embark on a quest to trace the source of the haunting melody. Each step takes me closer to the enchanting sound, and as I round a corner in the corridor, I come upon a door, slightly ajar, from which the music seems to emanate. My heart races with anticipation as I push the door open, eager to unveil the secrets that lie within.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>When you open the door, there...</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: When I open the door, there stands a grand chamber bathed in an otherworldly glow. In the center of the room, an ornate grand piano commands attention. The keys move on their own, playing the haunting melody that had drawn me here. But there's no one at the piano.The room is adorned with opulent tapestries and gilded mirrors, reflecting the surreal scene before me. Candlelit chandeliers hang from the ceiling, casting a warm, flickering light that dances across the walls. The air is filled with an intoxicating fragrance, a mix of ancient incense and delicate flowers.At the far end of the room, a figure cloaked in shadows stands beside an enormous, antique bookshelf filled with tomes of forgotten knowledge. Their presence is enigmatic, and their intentions remain unclear.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>look piano</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I approach the grand piano, its keys still playing the haunting melody. As I inspect it, I notice that there are no visible hands or fingers touching the keys. It's as if the piano itself is possessed by some unseen force, creating the music with an ethereal touch.The piano is a masterpiece of craftsmanship, adorned with intricate carvings and inlaid with precious gemstones. Its keys are made of polished ivory, and they move in perfect harmony with the haunting tune. It's a surreal and mesmerizing sight, leaving me both entranced and bewildered.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>Be careful, it might be a man-eating piano.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I heed the caution and approach the grand piano with caution. Although it plays on its own, I remain wary of its mysterious nature. The possibility of a man-eating piano lingers in my mind, adding an extra layer of tension to the already surreal scene.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>the piano suddenly stops</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: The abrupt halt of the piano's music sends a shiver down my spine. The chamber falls into an eerie silence, broken only by the flickering candlelight. It's as if the very essence of the room holds its breath, waiting for what comes next.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>You feel disgusted and turn around. What happened?</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: As I turn around, a wave of revulsion washes over me. My senses reel in disgust at the sight before me. The figure that had been cloaked in shadows has now revealed itself, and it is a grotesque, nightmarish entity. Its form is a twisted amalgamation of human and beast, with grotesque, elongated limbs and a maw of sharp, jagged teeth.The once opulent chamber has transformed into a nightmarish lair, with walls adorned in macabre art and gruesome trophies. The air is thick with the stench of decay and despair. I am trapped in a surreal and horrifying nightmare, unable to escape the clutches of this abomination.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>it scary. what will you do?</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: Fear courses through me as I confront this nightmarish entity and its gruesome lair. In this realm of horrors, I must make a decision. I choose to... confront the entity, my curiosity and determination outweighing my fear, as I seek to uncover the mysteries and secrets that lie within this twisted nightmare.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>how?</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: With trembling resolve, I take a step forward, slowly approaching the grotesque entity. I attempt to communicate with it, asking it what it wants or why it has brought me here. My voice quivers, but my determination to unravel the enigma that surrounds this nightmarish realm remains steadfast.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>any result?</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: The grotesque entity regards me with malevolent, glowing eyes, its jagged maw twitching with an unsettling smile. It responds with a guttural, incomprehensible language, filled with whispers and hisses. It becomes apparent that communication with this entity is futile, and its intentions remain shrouded in darkness.As I continue to stand before this nightmarish being, I feel a growing sense of dread, realizing that escape may be the only option left.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>surely. what will you do?</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: With no hope of communication or understanding, and the nightmarish entity's menacing presence growing more oppressive, I decide to make a hasty retreat. I turn and rush toward the door through which I entered, driven by the instinct to escape the horrors of this surreal nightmare.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>Did it go well? Or Bad?</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: My escape from the nightmarish realm was fraught with tension and fear, but I managed to reach the door and slam it shut behind me. The grotesque entity and its horrifying lair were left behind, at least for the moment. Whether it went well or bad is a matter of perspective. I survived the encounter, but the mysteries and terrors of that surreal place still haunt my thoughts. The experience was a chilling reminder of the unknown and the horrors that can lurk within it.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>look around. what you see?</div></pre><pre class=" Permalink | 記事への反応(2) | 16:06
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A long time ago, in a certain country, there was a bastard named Cinderella. The reason why she is called Cinderella is because she sprinkled her own ashes on her own head at her mother's funeral, which led to her being called the ash-coverer, which is why her real name is Cinderella. I lost
The husband who lost his wife was also a bastard, and the day after the funeral he cheated on a woman three years younger than him, had sex with her, and even got married.
I have decided. Then, to her Cinderella
She now has an older sister and a younger sister who are not related by blood.
Her sister was a bitch too, she came to Cinderella's house
After a few days, she thought, ``Wouldn't it be more convenient to have an outbuilding?'' and cut down Cinderella's mother's grave in her garden and the hundreds of years old tree that was next to her grave, and built an outbuilding. We forced construction.
One day, the bastard's family receives news of a ball from the castle. But before Cinderella could read it, her sister broke the news and said, ``There's no way you can go.'' Cinderella didn't seem to have any intention of going either, saying, ``I had no intention of going in the first place.I'd rather go to hell.''
Then, on the day her mother was admitted to the hospital to give birth, her sister went to the ball. In the garden, the construction of an outbuilding was progressing as usual.
“Let’s light a fire here and make a bonfire.”
She thought about that, but Cinderella stopped her. Suddenly, a witch appeared
``Cinderella, why aren't you going to the ball?'' asked the witch.
"What's the point of telling Teme?"
Cinderella returned with an ax in her hand
Then, for some reason, Cinderella was wrapped in a jewel-like dress.
"If you don't go to the ball, that dress will kill you. Now go."
Cinderella doesn't want to die in a place like this, so she reluctantly decides to go to the castle.
In the castle, some asshole like her sister was looking for a one-night stand and was dancing wildly. No one really praised others, and in their hearts they all seemed to think that they were the center of the world.
Cinderella didn't dance, but killed her time by smoking a cigarette at the end of her room. There, she was approached by a man wearing formal clothes that were flashier and more expensive than anyone else, and said to her, ``Miss, won't you dance?''
She is Cinderella with a cigarette in her mouth
She said, ``I only dance with the Grim Reaper and bad luck.''
she answered. For some reason, the man fell in love with her at first sight, and she said, ``Let's have some fun in the other room.Here, come.'' She tried to force Cinderella to take her to another room in the castle. However, Cinderella pressed the cigarette she was holding into her hand.
"Her hand slipped," she laughed.
When she pressed the cigarette, the sound in her voice was so pitiful that no one tried to get close to him or dance with him. Of course, no one even knows that such a pitiful man is the prince who owns this castle.
Eventually, she had enough, Cinderella threw her shoes on her stairs and went back to her house in her bare feet. Her shoes were made of glass, so they shattered into pieces.
The next day, while her servant was cleaning the castle, she found one shoe on the stairs. Obviously thinking this was strange, she secretly examined her shoes and discovered that they had been smeared with a deadly amount of poison.
Rumors spread within the castle that this must be an attempt to kill the prince, and soon a large-scale investigation was conducted. Even though it's a survey, it's simple.
The idea was to create a replica of a shoe and imprison the person who matched it perfectly as a suspect.
And one after another, people were imprisoned just because of their size. Some of them had not been to the ball, but they thought it must be a lie and were forcibly taken away.
Eventually, an investigation came to Cinderella's house. That's when we all looked at her mother and child after she was discharged from the hospital, and of course her sister didn't fit.
So all that was left was Cinderella. Then, her sister said to Cinderella, ``Hell suits you better than this world.''
She was of course the perfect size for Cinderella.
However, she protested her innocence, saying that I hadn't gone to the ball and there was no dress anywhere in the house to prove it.
However, the prince showed him an empty pack of cigarettes that had been discarded in a trash can and said, ``This is the same brand that the criminal was smoking that time.Why?''
I unbuttoned all the buttons on her jacket.
She said, ``After all, I feel like dancing with the Grim Reaper. Right, little prince?'' she said.
By the time the princes realized it, it was already too late.
The grenade that fell at his feet blew up Cinderella and the prince.
The time was around noon. Bells rang throughout the city and residents prayed for lunch.
The flying fragments of the shoe became a weapon, a sad fragment that could only hurt someone, and no one could imagine its original form.
end
ingressのOVERCLOCK HACKは、慣れないと確かに訳わかんなくてイライラする。よーくわかる。
ただ、実は普通のグリフハックと同じような覚えゲーだと分かれば、多少はフラストレーションも治まるかも。
https://reirei0000.github.io/overclock_glyph/html/index.html
このサイトで3Dのグリフをぐるぐる回せるから、色々確認してみよう。
似たグリフでも「XMは一筆書きで、LIEは2つに分割されてるな」とか、「PORTALは一筆書きで、MESSAGEは2つに分割されてるな」とか覚えられる。
(要するに、似てるグリフは大抵一筆書きパターンと分割パターンに別れてるので、それぞれどっちかを覚えられればOK)
I wonder if you understand. I guess you don't know (for newcomes).
It's not a lie. In the first place, Moota is deeply involved in the rise of Hatena. When trackbacks were still alive, there were a lot of mentions from ID diari that I had never seen in "Hatena Village" in the bookmarks of articles related to Halo Pro, and the ID of the book marker was also kuma It was a bad face.
What is "Kema-like"? Ask the old zuka about it.
Where did those halootas go? I wonder if he moved to Hatena Blog and is still pushing forward with his recommendation activity (there was no such word at that time). The trackback is gone, the diary is gone, or I don't know because it's been a long time since I left the village. The nameless Masuda doesn't have anything left to sing with tears.
ボクサーを撲殺したのは僕さ
これから満で数つけるわ
ナンを何枚も食べるのなんて、なんでもないよ
新患の新幹線に関する新刊に新館を立てて震撼し信管が作動する。
ケニアに行ったら生贄や
柑橘類の香りに歓喜し、換気を喚起したが乾季が訪れたので、寒気がした。
塗装を落とそうか。
観光客がフイルムに感光させた写真を刊行することが慣行になった。
サボってサボタージュ
景気が良くなりケーキを食べる契機を伺う徳川慶喜(とくがわけいき)
夫を成敗するオットセイ
つまらない妻の話
竹の丈は高ぇなー
餅を用いて持ち上げる
ロストしたローストビーフ
サボテンの植え替えサボってんな
過度な稼働は可動範囲を狭める
伯爵が博士の拍手に拍車をかけて迫真の爆死をし白寿の白人を白紙にもどす。
紅葉を見て高揚する
甲子園で講師をする公私混同した孔子の実力行使には格子窓も耐えられない。
死んでんのか?「心電図を取ってみよう!」
夜祭で野菜を食べる。
信玄餅を食べながら震源を特定するように進言する新元素を発見した人。
蜂の巣(honeycomb)を見てはにかむ
五反田で地団駄を踏む
ようやく要約が終わった
海溝で邂逅
豪華な業
甲板で甲板をかじる
甲板で乾パンをかじる
店頭で転倒
大枚をはたいてタイ米を買う
醤油をかける人「えっっ?」
神田でした噛んだ
少食な小職
牛の胆嚢の味を堪能する
あの娘にはどう告っても(どうこくっても)慟哭する結果に終わるだろう。
キーンという高音の起因が掴めない。
こんな誤謬は秒でわかるだろ
壊疽した箇所が治るというのは絵空事だ
経口補酔液
痴的好奇心
セントーサ島に行くのは正恩が先頭さ
軽微な警備
冬眠する島民
ベットは別途用意してください
The deserted desert in desert desert.
九尾のキュービズム
罹災者へのリサイタル
画家の画架
不納が富農になるのは不能だ
理工がRICOHに利口な履行
I sensed tha it is in a sense sense.
私はそれをある面では扇子だと感じた。
鯖を食べている人と、それを見ている人の会話
鯖 ça va?
ça va 鯖
ça va
ゆめゆめゆめをみるわけにはいけない
早漏で候
凪に難儀
東上線に搭乗した東條が登場
高校を後攻で煌々と口腔で孝行
蝉が転んでセミコロン
道徳をどう説く
写真はフォトんど撮りません
ダリ「絵ぇかくのだりぃなあ」
華美な花瓶のカビに過敏に反応
檻に入っておりいった話をする
夏のおサマー
夜は寝ナイト
渦中のカチューム
渦中のカチューシャ
リスボンでリスがborn
どうないはどないなってんねん
苫小牧でてんてこ舞い
市内を復旧しないと
石狩の石を借りる
おが置いてあるのを見た人「おはおっかねぇーから置かねぇ方がいいぞ」
砂がどしゃーw
東上線に登場した東條が登場
飽きない商い
おなか吹田市
観劇で感激する
側転に挑戦し即、転倒
別件を瞥見
凹地のお家
魚を初めてみた人「うぉー」
カラヤンの頭の空やーんw
豚をぶった仏陀
只見線をタダ見w
菊名でそんなこと聞くなよ
五秒で死んで御廟に埋葬
がらんとした伽藍
有給を使いすぎて悠久の時が流れた
長谷に想いを馳せる
Thinkerの真価
不具の河豚
暗記のanxious
半世紀にわたる半生での藩政を反省
タンチョウが単調増加
ショック死内親王w
カルカッタの石軽かった
天皇のこと知ってんのー
蒋介石を紹介した商会を照会した商會の船で哨戒する
其方のソナタ
先王に洗脳される
防潮堤で膨張した傍聴人
砂漠で鯖食う鯖を裁く
筒に入った膵島
サイコロを使った心理テスト(psychological test)
カラシニコフが辛子個踏んだ
皇帝の高弟が公邸の校庭の高低差を肯定する工程に拘泥した記録を校訂
にようかで酔うか?
うるさい人が売るサイ
どんなもんだい、を、どんなムンバイ、と言い間違える人
透徹した饕餮の眼球
チャカで茶菓を破壊
slimyなすり身
ゆうほど広くない遊歩道
いにしえのイニシエーション
コーランをご高覧ください
K殻の傾角を測定する計画
協賛した共産党員に強酸をかける
負けたのは聖者の静寂のせいじゃ
裏地見るウラジミール
カミオカンデの上に紙置かんでw
県大会がおわり倦怠感を感じる
夕暮れのユーグレナ
ストライキをする公務員に呼びかける人「 Stay calm(公務)」
エド・はるみの穢
祭壇を裁断
腐卵ダースの犬
全然人が集まらないクラブの人「参加数人は我々の十八番ですから。だけに。」
四苦fuck
都バスが人を跳ね飛ばす
怒るカロテン「なにカロテンねん」
嫌がる慰安婦「いやんっ」
かえるがえる帰る蛙
沈厳な青梗菜
トリコロールの虜
布陣を組む夫人
栗けっとばすクリケット🦗
婉容と遠洋漁業
アマルガムで余るガム
ハラスメントの疑いを晴らす
滋賀を書けない人を歯牙にも掛けない
他意はないタイ人の鯛の態度
鯛が蛇足
ダジャレではない↑
割と面白い
ハラッパーの原っぱ
紫に関して思案を巡らす
Huluが夏の風物詩だと思っている人「Huluですなぁ」(風流)
下調べのムニエル
わからないので
意味ない諱
よく分からんリポーター「うわぁ〜美味しそうですね!少なくとも不味そうには全く見えません!」
どうしても下がりたくない人「黄色い線の内側は、境界を含みますか??」
計算ができない人
着ていく服を決めた高橋是清「これ着よ」
enough、enoughは工夫がenough
負け負け山(カチカチ山)
薬師丸せま子
トーマス・マンの書いたふるさと「うさぎ〜おーいし、魔の山〜♫」
その心は
焼結が猖獗を極める
これはstaleだから捨てるか
衒学的な弦楽を減額
完全な勧善懲悪
イボ人の疣痔
イブに慰撫
(訳 ぬるぬるしてるありふれた魚)
盲いるのに飯いるの?
アーヘンで阿片を吸った人「あー変」
毒吐く独白
明借りるアスカリ(車)
丁寧な砂浜「Could you九里浜」
ゴーンと奉公
その心は
サンクチュアリに山窟あり
熟れたウレタンは売れたんか?
清澄な声調を静聴し成長
プエルトリコで増える虜
象さんを増産
兄弟が今die
Dose heで始まる疑問文に答える京都人、Yea, he どす
ソフィカルのソロカル
美人局に筒持たせる
十把一絡あげ
篤信な特進が涜神を得心
これは何という植物かな?ムユウジュでは?あそっか、なるほど。
クートゥを食うとぅいいよ
マイソールで昧爽に埋葬
ドクサは毒さ
暗殺で朝死んだ
クラシックについて語る人をそしる人「弦楽なんてペダンチックだなあ」
凛々しいリリシズム
衛生的な俳人
御髪も亂とはオクシモロンだ
コロナ後の世界を分析する学問→postcoronialism
影響が色濃いイロコイ諸族
あてのあてないアテナイ
Twenty two for the FTP under the sky,
Twenty five for the SMTP in their halls of stone,
Seventy for Gopher doomed to die,
Eighty for the HTTP on his dark throne
In the Land of World Wide Web where the Shadows lie.
HTTP to rule them all, HTTP to find them,
HTTP to bring them all and in the darkness bind them
In the Land of World Wide Web where the Shadows lie.
クソ映画見終わってから邦キチっぽくこきおろす時にどう糞だったのかを表現しやすくなる程度の結果にしかコミットしたことねえわ嘘吐氏猫大好(LIE・ZAP)。
でもクソ映画を見終わったときに語彙力皆無だったらと思うとちょっとしたB級ホラーだわ。
たとえばデビルマン見終わって「びっくりした。時間の無駄だった。原作が可愛そう」で終わったらそれこそ2時間分の自殺でしかないからな人生に虚無を与えたって意味において。
せめて「ジュノンボーイのクソ寒学芸会がまるでジャニーズ中心にくまれた憎まれた紅白の如くで国民的漫画にふさわしい国民的な映画だなって思わせてくれる。原作の型破りで冒涜的なシナリオの初読後感を再現せんと徹底的に原作を冒涜し尽くしながら嘘だろそんな展開に調理するのって驚きをどこまで続けてくれるサービス精神には俺がミシュランガイドなら思わず1つ星をプレゼントしたくなるわもちろんアマゾンのレビュー画面でだが。むしろこの映画自体が宵の一つ星行き先不明な迷えるjupiterファン憤慨間違いなし大炎上の9・18事件。人間の潜在的な残酷さによってデビルマンが破壊されること自体がメタ的な原作再現であり永井豪の墓を荒らして無理やり頭蓋骨にレクイエムを聞かせていて最高にバイオレンス電波ジャックでしたわ」ぐらい言えないなら本当あの映画を見たという人生の汚点を別のシミを上書きしてタイヨウの海賊団も出来ないわ。
嘘つきって言ってもwhite lieって言われるようないい嘘じゃなくて、
実害のある嘘。
ぼく:いついつまでに書類作ってメールで送っておいてね。テンプレート共有フォルダに置いておくからそれの通り送ればいいから。送る前に1回みたいから教えて。
嘘つき:やっておきました。
ぼく:CC入れ忘れた?届いてないけど。てか送る前に見せてって言ったけど平気なの?
嘘つき:入れ忘れました、書類送ります。軽微な内容なのでチェックは平気です。
ぼく:じゃあファイル送るか共有ドライブにあげてください。お願いします
嘘つき:書類消したので送れません
ぼく:ゴミ箱とか履歴にない?課長とか他にCC入れたメンバー教えて。その人から貰うから。いつ頃のメール?
ぼく:ありがとうございます。課長、嘘つき野郎から添付された資料欲しいので共有フォルダにおいて頂くか、転送していただけませんか?
嘘つき:送ってませんでした。
ぼく:お客さんにも、送ってないの?
嘘つき:送ってなかったです。でもファイルは作りました。消しちゃったので無いですが。
ぼく:えぇ・・・
[Slipknot - The Chapeltown Rag [Visual 001] - YouTube](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j2v4u7VhoPU)
[Intro]
Read all about it if you want to know
Read all about what they want you to know
知りたいのなら 全て読め
あいつらが知りたいこと 全て読め
[Verse 1]
Everything is god online, and it's as evil as it gets
This is not a fuckin' trick, either follow or repent (No choice)
Get infected by a vertical event
Check the meter, check your watch
Are they ever gonna stop?
Runnin' out of daylight, nighttime's better
But we know how to handle the truth, motherfucker
Scandalous know-it-all, feedback chamber
Nobody wants the proof, they want a number
[Verse 1]
これは糞ガキのお遊びじゃねぇぞ 従うか悔い改めるか(選択肢は存在しない)
やめようって思わないのか?
光使い果し、夜輝きだす
[Pre-Chorus]
We don't deny what is wrong with our lives
We can't decide what is left of our right to silence our remains
Buried in the back and I'm sick and alive
Hollow as a breath, the further you dive
[Pre-Chorus]
死骸を黙らせるために使える権利が何なのか 選り出すことはできねぇんだよ
影に忘れ去られて 俺は病んで生きている
息するように空洞になって お前はさらに潜っていく
[Chorus]
Oh, how I've missed your honesty
You never miss with your intensity
You're gonna need a new disguise
Just slide into the nearest lie
[Chorus]
お前の正直さが恋しくなったよ
お前はてめぇの情熱で失敗なんてしなかった
血管の破裂、静脈の遁走
一番近い嘘に滑り込むだけ
[Verse 2]
All the ligatures are getting tight, like a style
Murder another mouth before the trial
Scalpel and then you scalp 'em to fucking death
Kills for the other vampires and surrogates
It's a ploy for attention and evidence
All your fucking monsters are flaws in your common sense
Do the dance while the shovels are breaking dirt
Everybody mind your fuckin' business or you get hurt
[Verse 2]
縛りが全部キツくなってきやがった "スタイル"みてぇに
審判の時までには よその声は潰れちまう
メス くたばるまで手術する
注目と証拠のための策略だ
[Pre-Chorus]
We don't deny what is wrong with our lives
We can't decide what is left of our right to silence our remains
Buried in the back and I'm sick and alive
Hollow as a breath, the further you dive
[Pre-Chorus]
死骸を黙らせるために使える権利が何なのか 選り出すことはできねぇんだよ
影に忘れ去られて 俺は病んで生きている
息するように空洞になって お前はさらに潜っていく
[Chorus]
Oh, how I've missed your namaste
You never miss with your integrity
You're gonna need a new disguise
Just slide into the nearest lie
[Chorus]
血管の破裂、静脈の遁走
一番近い嘘に滑り込むだけ
[Bridge]
Read all about it if you want to know
(Everything is god online)
Read all about it if you want to know
(Everything is god online)
Read all about it if you want to know
[Bridge]
知りたいのなら 全て読め
(全てはオンラインの思し召し)
知りたいのなら 全て読め
(全てはオンラインの思し召し)
知りたいのなら 全て読め
[Breakdown]
Stoned like a beast on a chain lookin' dead
Feelin' strange, what the fuck
I'm material to sew into the stains
Like a catalogue of pain, like a martyr in restraints
I can kill with a will, and it's stronger every day
I'm a knife, I'm a gun, I'm a slit, I'm a scar
I'm a scream, I'm a death, I'm a threat, I'm afraid
That you will never understand I'm not the same
You better call the triple 9, I want a face
I'm afraid, I'm afraid, I'm afraid, I'm afraid
[Breakdown]
鎖に繋がれた獣みたいにラリって死んじまってる
妙な気分だ、何なんだクソ
意思を持って殺せる それは日に日に強くなる
俺はナイフ、俺は銃、俺は裂け目、俺は傷跡
叫んで、殺して、脅して、怖くて
君には理解できないだろうが 俺は同じゃないんだよ
トリプル9と呼ぶべきだ 俺は顔が欲しい
怖いよ、怖いよ、怖いよ、怖いよ
[Outro]
When everything is god online, nothing is
When everything is god online, nothing is
[Outro]
原文|https://genius.com/Slipknot-the-chapeltown-rag-lyrics
翻訳ベース|www.DeepL.com/Translator
翻訳・意訳|HXi
https://anond.hatelabo.jp/20220312204919
信憑性がないので原文を出してほしいというトラバがいくつかあり、もっともだと思ったので出すことにします。
元のチャットでは改行だったところの大部分をピリオドにしています(許可は取りました)。
増田 "何に"
友達 "North Korea is firing at you"
友達 "I guess we're gonna be disabled from the global internet"
増田 "そうしたらもう本当に終わりだね。どこで知ったの?"
友達 "tor is blocked. proxies are not working. at least, most of them.
but i'm prepared. i got tor, i got proxies. dunno if it will work."
増田 "そうなんだ"
友達 "Portuguese menu for Russian tourists: "We don't service the Russians. Go eat some stones. Bon appetit."
https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/629783855070445598/951836523836358746/2022-03-11_22.37.48.png
増田 "あー"
友達 "Russians are becoming the worldwide exiles"
増田 "レストランはロシア人とそうでない人の見分けがつくんだろうか"
友達 "I can't even speak Russian in online games anymore.
they don't even care that I don't support the war"
増田 "ははは"
友達 " "Customers with Russian passport are not welcomed in our restaurant. We do understand that "normal" Russians are not responsible for criminal decisions of their government, but we have to do something already. By prohibiting the Russians to come in, we're making our contribution into the free Europe for our children." "
https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/629783855070445598/951836523521769483/2022-03-11_22.38.07.png
増田 "そう"
友達 "i'm disappointed in reddit"
増田 "何?"
友達 "i read a topic "stop shout abuse at russians"
they said "fuck you, we hated you russians before the war too" "
増田 "そう"
友達 "now i see the true face of the west.
I'm so disappointed...
I'm being witchhunted just because I'm Russian.
How does this differ from what Hitler did"
増田 "国同士なんて仲がいい方が珍しいしそんなもんだよ。今ごろ気がついたの?
日本のネットでも評判がいい国なんてほとんどないって。99%の国は嫌われてるか知られてないかだよ"
友達 "USA talks about "peace in all the world" is a pack of fucking shit.
when they bomb the shit out Yugoslavia, it's legit, it's legal, it's OK, nobody hates americans.
when Russia is in war, every Russian should be burned"
増田 "アメリカは仕方ないね。東京裁判も不当だったみたいだし"
友達 "i'm gonna stick to Asia. I'll learn Chinese and Japanese"(注:このstickをどう訳すべきかわからない)
友達 "I always made a distinction between government and people.
When USA and other countries do some shit, that's the government.
But when usual people say that they hate Russians...
I have to get out of Russia. In that manner, we're even worse than North Korea"
友達 "people who ran from NK are treated well. they're heroes.
but Russian people are not wanted anywhere"
増田 "そう"
友達 "there is information that there's gonna be a martial law in Russia. 5 or 6 of march"
増田 "本当?"
増田 "そうなんだ"
友達 "i'm against killing at all. hide.
友達 "I guess, we're repeating the history of Germany and Japan
増田 "そこそこ良いんじゃない?"
友達 "well, in Russian reality, it'll be worse"
増田 "知らん"
友達 "60% of our people is fucking stupid. they're lazy. they were taught that war is good. that nazis are everywhere around them. that stealing is good. they're corrupted. most of those people was born in USSR"
増田 "そう"
友達 "We have to be our own country, but free. Free of Putin and corruption and violence. Though I do not want to be Russian anymore.I love Russian culture but I hate the government"
増田 "そう"
友達 "people are saying that all Russians are guilty. fucking hypocrits. when USA bombed Yugoslavia, Iraq, Libya, Syria, and Hiroshima and Nagasaki, nobody seemed to mind.
when the West says: "We're tolerant, we're free, we're not racists", know that they lie"
増田 "そう"
友達 "the only nation that didn't say that all russians are guilty, was Japanese. I've heard that Japanese people think that only Putin is guilty. and not all Russians"
友達 "I've asked a couple of my japanese friends"
増田 "this is.. probably very biased sample actually"(注:増田もたまに英語を使うことがある)
増田 "私が知る限りそのredditのトピックと日本のネットでそこまで雰囲気変わらないと思う。ロシア食品店が襲われて壊されたらしいし"
増田 "ところで他の国の友達にもロシア人についてどう思ってるか聞いたの?"
友達 "they won't even speak to me, most of them"
増田 "あっ"
友達 "if they are affected by public opinion and ready to betray their friends, they're no longer my friends"
増田 "そう"
友達 "in Russia, we have a proverb "You can only find true friends in a trouble" "Друг познаётся в беде" "
増田 "日本語に似たようなことわざがあった気がしたけど今調べたら『昨日の友は今日の敵』しかなかった"
(注:チャットをそのまま載せると身バレ&グダグダすぎるので日本語訳版では適当に要約してあるが、友達のウクライナ人の知り合いが無事だと聞いたのは本当)
増田 "よかったね。……あ、ウクライナ人の友達は話してくれるんだ"
友達 "we speak. ukrainian friends are still with me. just imagine. the victims of war are still friends with me. and this two-faced West fucks are not"
友達 "those West fuck just love to write hate messages knowing that we can't do anything in return. that they are in comfort. they scream "NO TO WAR", and after that they go to a happy dinner with their families"
増田 "●●さんは本当に自分のことを西洋人とは思ってないんだな"
友達 "maybe i had some sparks of western in me. but now i fucking don't"
増田 "たいていの日本人にとって白人=西洋。私も●●さんに会って話すまではそう思ってた"
友達 "well you know now that it's not"
増田 "うん"
増田 "制裁はロシア国民が政府に反旗を翻すことを目的に行われているらしい"(注:よく調べずに適当なことを言ったので間違ってるかも)
友達 "yes. but it's useless. people won't turn against government. they are zombified by propaganda"
友達 "but there are not too much people. Russia is basically like Hitler's Germany now"
友達 "it's not optimistic at all. russians are being equated to fascists. they don't make the distinction. they say that we all are guilty
増田 "you have to hope you all aren't like german in Traité de Versailles"
友達 "in fact, if I say in Internet that I don't support war, I can go in jail for 15 years"
増田 "それにしてはあのredditのロシア人は普通にプーチン批判や戦争反対を言ってたけど"
友達 "the law came after that post."
増田 "ええっ"
友達 "when they wrote it, it was OK. but now Putin does everything he can to stay in power. they're frantically making new laws. so they can stay in power for a little longer. what happens now is the blackest page in Russia's history. since Russia-Japan war"
友達 "USA always hated Russia. They are using every chance they get to destroy us. if instead of Russia it was Finland or China, attacking Ukraine, they wouldn't do shit about it. we several times tried to have friendly relationships with USA and each time they basically said "Fuck off, Russians". I didn't have any illusions about them before. but now I plainly fucking hate them. Japanese are the best"
増田 "また始まったよ"
友達 "first time was during World War 2 lend-lease they helped us (注: チャットなので文章がところどころ適当になることがある)
we tried to be friends with them after, but they had secret plan to conquer USSR while it's weak. it was cancelled"
友達 "then Cold War, a lot of hating each other. next time we tried to be friends in 90s. "Bush's chicken legs", helping each other"
友達 "USA's bombing of Yugoslavia made us enemies again. since then, we were not friends"
友達 "when that happened, Russian premier Primakov was on the flight to USA. there was gonna be a deal that could help Russia greatly. when Primakov heard about Yugoslavia, he asked his pilot to turn around, back to Moscow, and cancelled that deal. in Russia, it's known as "Primakov's turn" "
増田 "なんでそれで帰るの?"
友達 "he didn't want to work with countries that act like that. it was a war crime"
増田 "プリマコフという人は今の日本ではあまり知られてませんよ。私も今初めて聞きました"
友達 "he's not well known in Russia too :D "
増田 "失脚させられたみたいだからね。こんな政治家について今のロシアで報道されないのは自然だ"
友達 "he's still in government, if i remember correct"
増田 "……
エフゲニー・マクシモヴィチ・プリマコフ(ロシア語: Евгений Максимович Примаков、ラテン文字転写の例:Evgenii Maksimovich Primakov、1929年10月29日 - 2015年6月26日」 "
友達 "ah"
増田 "やっぱりさ、西洋の人たちがロシア人全部を雑に罵倒してくるの仕方ないと思うんだよ"
友達 "meh. fuck them then. i'm not gonna contact them then"
増田 "charmという単語があるでしょう。likable appealという意味だよね"
友達 "you can say it that way, yes"
増田 "でもmagicという意味もある。超自然的で恐ろしくて強いものだ"
増田 "日本語では魅力というけどこの"魅"は実は化け物のこと。
人間はこのcharmとか魅力とかいう恐ろしいものに支配されて生きている。
なんでアメリカの空爆のときとロシアの侵略のときで世論が全然違うのか? それはアメリカやウクライナには魅力があるけどロシアやユーゴにはないからだよ。人間にはかわいくもかっこよくもない人々の命より好きな人ひとりのほうが大事なんだ"
友達 "for me, all people are the same. every life is equal. (注:ここでは彼は「生命は尊い」とは言っていないが、普段の態度と前後の文脈からそう思っているのが明らかなので勝手に足しておいた)
death of Yugoslavians person is as tragic as the death of American and other people"
増田 "●●さんはそうでもたいていの人はそうではないからね。だから仕方がないんだ。実のところ私も他人のこと言えないんだよ。だって私もシリアの内戦とかクリミア侵略とか外国のニュースは気にしなかったのに、●●さんに出会ったからってだけでウクライナ侵略ばかり気にしてるからその『西洋人たち』と同じなんだよ。だから、仕方がないと思う"