九乡新闻网诛仙可以生几个孩子:钻石：闪闪惹人爱
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在许多学者的眼里，钻石是缺乏精妙之美的庸俗商品，它的流行，是商家狡诈宣传和消费者盲目跟风的结果。然而，在我眼里，它却是自然的神奇和人类智慧的结晶，这代表着闪烁和永恒的爱物让我意识到：我们在人世间的旅程极其短暂，且终将归于碳尘。
Although I have always considered myself a fairly unconventional person, I wanted a diamond ring when I became engaged to be married.[2] To please me, my fiancé visited the Diamond District in New York City and (with the help of his mother) picked out a round, 1.5-carat diamond with a yellow gold band.[3]
In the early years of my marriage, some of my female students would come up to me after class and compliment[4] me on my ring. I don’t know if it was the diamond they were admiring or the fact that I had managed to get myself married. In time, the compliments diminished.[5] Whether because my ring was less impressive or because marriage seemed less of an accomplishment[6] to the new generation is hard to say.
As with all highly prized commodities, diamonds also have their detractors.[7] A few years ago, a man sitting next to me at a faculty lunch proclaimed in a loud voice,[8] “That is the biggest diamond I’ve ever seen!” Everyone at the table turned to stare, and my academic stock immediately sunk.[9] My diamond is hardly enormous; in another setting, say dinner at Mayor Bloomberg’s or Warren Buffett’s, it would be puny—but in an academic setting, it looms large and vulgar.[10] Even esthetic-minded academics see diamonds as philistine commodities lacking in nuance.[11] This is not really true, since accurate assessment of the four Cs—color, cut, clarity, and carat weight—requires immense study; it’s just that this study is different from the study for attendance at another four Cs (the Conference on College Composition and Communication).[12] Diamonds also get a bad rap in academia in being linked to marriage, that most bourgeois of institutions.[13] I know that my diamond ring goes against the grain of my profession[14], but I don’t care. I like the mild vulgarity[15] of the thing.
The idea of wearing a diamond on one’s finger is, when one thinks about it, absurd. But, then, all ornament[16] is absurd. My husband, who does not understand jewelry, connects it to the mystery of gender difference[17]. He thinks there is something hormonal in the desire to display a mutated piece of carbon on one’s finger.[18] His theory misses the fact that many men have a taste for diamonds.
As I see it, diamonds reconcile in the simplest possible way two elements that appeal to us—the glittery fun of bling and the solidity of a good investment.[19] These are also the two attributes[20] we seek in marriage and, indeed, in life. A diamond, by symbolically denoting brightness and endurance, reminds us of the fact that our passage through this mortal space is fleeting and will inevitably end in (carbon) dust.[21]
Although I have always considered myself a fairly unconventional person, I wanted a diamond ring when I became engaged to be married.[2] To please me, my fiancé visited the Diamond District in New York City and (with the help of his mother) picked out a round, 1.5-carat diamond with a yellow gold band.[3]
In the early years of my marriage, some of my female students would come up to me after class and compliment[4] me on my ring. I don’t know if it was the diamond they were admiring or the fact that I had managed to get myself married. In time, the compliments diminished.[5] Whether because my ring was less impressive or because marriage seemed less of an accomplishment[6] to the new generation is hard to say.
As with all highly prized commodities, diamonds also have their detractors.[7] A few years ago, a man sitting next to me at a faculty lunch proclaimed in a loud voice,[8] “That is the biggest diamond I’ve ever seen!” Everyone at the table turned to stare, and my academic stock immediately sunk.[9] My diamond is hardly enormous; in another setting, say dinner at Mayor Bloomberg’s or Warren Buffett’s, it would be puny—but in an academic setting, it looms large and vulgar.[10] Even esthetic-minded academics see diamonds as philistine commodities lacking in nuance.[11] This is not really true, since accurate assessment of the four Cs—color, cut, clarity, and carat weight—requires immense study; it’s just that this study is different from the study for attendance at another four Cs (the Conference on College Composition and Communication).[12] Diamonds also get a bad rap in academia in being linked to marriage, that most bourgeois of institutions.[13] I know that my diamond ring goes against the grain of my profession[14], but I don’t care. I like the mild vulgarity[15] of the thing.
The idea of wearing a diamond on one’s finger is, when one thinks about it, absurd. But, then, all ornament[16] is absurd. My husband, who does not understand jewelry, connects it to the mystery of gender difference[17]. He thinks there is something hormonal in the desire to display a mutated piece of carbon on one’s finger.[18] His theory misses the fact that many men have a taste for diamonds.
As I see it, diamonds reconcile in the simplest possible way two elements that appeal to us—the glittery fun of bling and the solidity of a good investment.[19] These are also the two attributes[20] we seek in marriage and, indeed, in life. A diamond, by symbolically denoting brightness and endurance, reminds us of the fact that our passage through this mortal space is fleeting and will inevitably end in (carbon) dust.[21]