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其中外交新聞、調查、國安特考設北部（臺北）考區，
原住民族特考設北部（臺北）、中部（南投）、南部（屏東）、東部（花蓮）及東部（臺東）等5考區，
並自6月19日至7月2日受理報名。

Three Books...Of Swords And Sorcerers: Books For Magical Escape
by Mark Barrowcliffe

from the NPR.com

'The Lost Painting': The Caravaggio Trail

不知道大家在看書時，會不會在書的空白邊緣寫寫東西?
(課本筆記除外……)
可能是一時的心得或想對作者說的話，甚至是靈感?

有些人可能認為這是對書本，對作者是一種不敬，
就像清朝某皇帝每看一次畫就要蓋上印章或寫上心得，
把好好的一幅畫給"破壞"殆盡…。

我自已是認為，是可以寫，但別太過份就好了。
就當作是和文中的作者或人物在交談。
而且紀錄下來的是當時的心情，每次重看時再看看以前所寫的，也滿有趣的。

不過，的確還是有文人自已本身就會在書頁邊緣寫寫東西。
羅伯˙佛洛斯特就是如此。

"Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference." 
                                            -Robert Frost "The Road Not Taken"

佛洛斯特最出名的詩句之一，相信台灣讀者都不會對這首詩太陌生。

各大高中英文課本，不論版本，幾乎都有收錄這一首。

而前幾年，曾有某位名政治人物在放棄某職位時，
在記者會中引用過這句話，在當時成了各大報的頭版標題。
(那人是誰? 不記得了~)

有點偏正題了。回來主題。

前兩天就在文學重鎮，維吉尼亞大學
一名研究生在圖書館內一箱未分類書籍中，發現佛洛斯特未曾出版的詩，
就是詩人寫在自己已出版的第二部詩集－波士頓的北方 (North of Boston)
內頁中的空白邊緣上。

嗯，既然有大文人都這樣作，那安心寫吧~

CRITIC'S NOTEBOOK; New Twist on a Timeless Preoccupation

By BRUCE WEBER
Published: December 4, 2001, Tuesday

In the Cemetery of Forgotten Books

Scholarship Trumps the Stake in Pursuit of Dracula

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CULTURAL DESK

Books of The Times; Medieval Mystery

By WALTER GOODMAN
Published: June 4, 1983, Saturday

THE NAME OF THE ROSE. By Umberto Eco. 502 pages.
A Helen and Kurt Wolfe Book. Harcourt Brace
Jovanovich. $15.95.

THEATER REVIEW;Enter Singing: Young, Hopeful And Taking On The Big Time

By BEN BRANTLEY
Published: April 30, 1996
Two months, one Pulitzer Prize and acres of magazine and newspaper pages later, the waiflike hopes of the American musical are living in fancier digs. Uprooted by a cyclone of critical ecstasy and a hunger for theatrical novelty, they have posed for fashion layouts, inspired a Bloomingdale's ad campaign and will record their songs about life on the edge for David Geffen's Dreamworks label. They even have a producer who is comparing their spirit to that of -- oh, dear -- the movie "Forrest Gump."

"Rent," Jonathan Larson's luminous, youthful musical that started off at the tiny New York Theater Workshop on East Fourth Street in February, opened on Broadway last night at the Nederlander Theater, after previews that drew such paparazzis' dreams as Billy Joel, David Bowie and Ralph Fiennes. And, no, Toto, I don't think we're in the East Village anymore.

Everyone can breathe one quick sigh of relief, however, before lamenting the way of all flash. Anyone who loved "Rent" in its first incarnation is not going to feel like the victim of a Champagne hangover who wakes up next to a creepy stranger.

The vibrant 15 cast members are actually even better, as if they had found fresh reserves of energy in the glow of mainstream starlight. And the ingenuity and dexterity of Mr. Larson's rock-pop score, translated with loving skill by Tim Weill's onstage band, are, in fact, more evident now.

Indeed, great care has obviously been taken to keep this charming, poignant rock opera much as it looked when it was seen by Mr. Larson, who died of an aortic aneurysm at the age of 35 on the night of its last dress rehearsal downtown. And therein lies the one, conspicuous problem of the transplanted "Rent." The show remains a sentimental triumph, and it will doubtless have, and deserves, a long and healthy run.

But in the haste to take this contemporary answer to Puccini's "Boheme" to Broadway, no one seems to have thought rationally about reconceiving the show for a larger house (and we're talking about 1,173 seats versus the 150 of the Theater Workshop). Unlike "Bring In da Noise, Bring In da Funk," which recently moved from the Joseph Papp Public Theater to the Ambassador on Broadway, this "Rent" verges on being lost in space.

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BOOKS OF THE TIMES; Deciphering a Mysterious Text and Puzzles of the Soul

By JANET MASLIN
Published: May 6, 2004, Thursday

THE RULE OF FOUR
By Ian Caldwell and Dustin Thomason
372 pages. Dial Press. $24.

''The Rule of Four'' is an extremely erudite thriller set on the Princeton campus and constructed around a famously arcane text from the 15th century. This novel's two authors are exquisitely educated and very smart. Nobody knows it better than they do.

The text is the Hypnerotomachia Poliphili; its name means the ''struggle for love in a dream'' of a man called Poliphilo. This is a name that two of the book's four main collegiate characters have trouble even pronouncing. But readers may want to start dropping it in conversation, as if this were no more difficult than saying ''Da Vinci Code.'' This fussier but also ingenious novel aspires to out-anagram, out-acrostic and out-cipher-text that one.