A-Dill-Pickle-读后感.doc

A Dill PickleIve read this novel four times altogether. Every time I finished, a grave feeling hided in my heart, like a big stone.To be honest, I dislike the man in the novel, of course, not out of gender discrimination. In my comprehention, the purpose of his recalling of their beautiful time when they were in love six years ago is mainly to allure the woman, then to afflict her, finally to mock her. Undoubtedly, it is six years ago that he fell in love with her and regarded themselves as “mournful lovers”. On the other hand, however, is the “love” they considered then really called “love”? Its hard to say. The truth is that he ever was a poor guy who had never got over a little pot of caviare while she was born in a bourgeois family and experienced lots of things he had no chance to know. The distinction between them attracted him and this maybe one of the reasons why he admired her so much at that time. But now, everything has changed. Neither of them are what they were six years ago. He has more experiences than her and is much more richer than her. “He had lost all the dreamy vagueness and indecision”. Wealth can make a man realistic. The letter she had written to him at the time nearly finished his life, but now it was a true picture of him. “I couldnt help laughing as I read it.” , as he said. He was likely to have bitter on her before, but in this restaurant, all he left is mockery and revenge. He told her all his recalling and all he experienced. It is always he who controled the whole process of conversation. Whats more, its he who held back.Another character in this novel is the woman whom I actually sympathize with a lot. She was extremely in a passive position throughout the conversation. At the very beginning of the plot, in the restaurant, she recognized him immediately, but relatively, his reaction was just to frown and didnt know her for a moment. Despite this, the poor lady was still willing to be cheated by his sweet words. The moment she raised her veil she was eager to stay there, talking to him, even though ate nothing. Her mind followed his description from the days when they were young, being together to adventurous places he visited. Every a single action touched her heart; every a soft word drove her dreaming. Once she gave up him; now she regretted. “Was it too late? Could it be too late?” The answer obviously is yes. He didnt love her any more, which unfortunately she did not noticed. This is the difference between man and woman. Man is a kind of logical animal. Woman is emotional. Luckily, they have something in common-they are both egoist.Apart from the sexual distinction, the author also aims to expose the distinction of different classes. In that epoch, the sense of class was distinct in citizens mind. From appearance, the story is a tragedy; in nature, it is the result of class. Low class is bound to be seperated from high class, as thi