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DOI：
10.1080/13602360701614706
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发表时间：
2007
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影响因子：
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通讯作者：
Holm L
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作者：
Holm L
我去了曼哈顿一所非常豪华的中学。我学会了热爱知识——不是工具化的知识、专业化的知识和为金钱服务的知识，而是纯粹而简单的知识。这所学校曾出现在伍迪·艾伦的电影中。我记得有一天……我记得走进五楼的男厕所（我记得那是一条非常宽敞的淡桃色走廊，两边都有金属储物柜，两端都有楼梯）……毗邻东端的楼梯。我记得走进男厕所时，有人在淡绿色的墙上用大写字母写了“屎”。他们把“SHIT”这个词写成了“shit”。一定有人有一个巨大的毛茸茸的垃圾，然后把手伸进厕所，抓起一把它，用大笔的力气，水顺着他们的前臂滴下来，粪便挤压在他们的指关节之间，在手掌和石膏之间涂抹了这一团粪便：SHI T。我记得这些字母很大，至少一米高；写这篇文章时，他们必须全身心投入，在肩膀处旋转手臂形成S形，从臀部靠向墙壁，围绕稍微弯曲的膝盖旋转以到达四肢。想必他们后来洗了一会儿。我真的不记得我做了什么，但我确实记得，用我年轻时的语言来说，我完全感到恶心。当你进入时，门对面的墙上就可以立即看到它。不管怎样，坐在马桶上是一种完全不愉快的、偷偷摸摸的、防御性的经历。撒尿是可以的，但如果有人在马桶上发现你，他们肯定会试图打扰你，偷看，或者把湿厕纸扔到隔板上。我很恶心，但我不记得有想过任何事情。也许是被遗忘了；或者
Shitticisms I went to a very posh secondary school in Manhattan. I learned to love knowledge—not knowledge instrumentalised, knowledge professionalised and put to the service of lucre, but knowledge pure and simple. The school was featured in a Woody Allen film. I remember one day... I remember walking into the boys’ toilets on the fifth floor (there were stairs at either end of what I remember to be a very spacious pale-peach tone corridor with metal lockers on each side)... adjacent to the stairs at the east end. I remember walking into the boys’ toilets and someone had written SHIT in great block letters on the pale-green walls. They had written the word SHIT in shit. Someone must have had a huge hairy dump, and then reached into the toilet, grabbed a fistful of it and in great big strokes, with water dripping down their forearm and shit squeezing between their knuckles, smeared this wad of shit between palm and plaster: SHI T. I remember the letters were huge, at least a metre high; writing it must have engaged their whole body, rotating arm at the shoulder to form the S, leaning into the wall from the hip, pivoting around a slightly bent knee to reach the extremities. Presumably they washed a bit afterwards.I really don’t remember what I did, but I do remember that I was, in the language of my youth, totally grossed out. It was visible immediately on the wall opposite the door as you entered. Sitting on the toilet was an altogether unpleasant, and furtive, defended experience anyway. It was ok peeing, but if anyone ever caught you on the toilet, they would most certainly try to disturb you, peeking in, or lobbing wet toilet paper over the partition. I was grossed out but I don’t remember thinking anything about it. Maybe it was forgotten; or
犯罪皮肤：阿道夫·路斯作品中的纹身和现代建筑
影响因子：
0.4
作者：
Jimena Canales;Andrew Herscher
通讯作者：
Andrew Herscher