买了名声大噪的《亚当·斯密在北京》之后发现此书的内容基本超出我的知识范围和理解能力–当然主要是知识范围。初看起来它比较像对中国经济奇迹的恶意或善意的解读的又一个版本（像 When China Rules the World 那样），但作为经济史学家和世界体系理论家（当然属于激进的政治经济学），阿里吉的兴趣远不止于此。他真正的关心在于19世纪中期之前，欧洲与东亚分别代表的资本主义式和非资本主义式的市场经济的不同发展，以及迟至19世纪晚期（晚于工业革命）才发生的”大分流”（东亚的衰落，欧洲经济和军事力量的崛起）的原因。搞清楚历史源流，才能真正理解现在所说的”东亚的复兴”的内容和意义。
所以如果说起今天的纪念日，我不觉得它只是青年的激情和破坏力，如果你非要把它看成这样，那么青年的激情和破坏自有其历史性的非凡意义，正如1968年展现的那样。破坏，难道不正是超越神话暴力、走向神的暴力的关键吗？很奇怪，写到这一步，很容易被误解为宣扬暴力和无秩序，可实际上，正如我开头就提到的，对于行动我是极度的怀疑，需要足够的经历、了解，才能够真正的投入行动，才能投入到真正叫做”行动”的过程中去。
每次一发感慨就离题万里，本来是要赞美60年代的流行音乐来着。最近很迷恋这个：where do you go to (my lovely), 1969年的#1 hit，非常的60年代。
Where Do You Go To My Lovely
Peter sarstedt
You talk like Marlene Dietrich
And you dance like Zizi Jeanmaire
Your clothes are all made by Balmain
And theres diamonds and pearls in your hair, yes there are
You live in a fancy apartment
Off the Boulevard St. Michel
Where you keep your Rolling Stones records
And a friend of Sacha Distel, yes you do
You go to the embassy parties
Where you talk in Russian and Greek
And the young men who move in your circles
They hang on every word you speak, yes they do
But where do you go to my lovely
When you’re alone in your bed
Tell me the thoughts that surround you
I want to look inside your head, yes I do
I’ve seen all your qualifications
You got from the Sorbonne
And the painting you stole from Picasso
Your loveliness goes on and on, yes it does
When you go on your summer vacation
You go to Juan les Pines
With your carefully designed topless swimsuit
You get an even suntan, on your back and on your legs
And when the snow falls you’re found in St. Moritz
With the others of the jet-set
And you sip your Napoleon Brandy
But you never get your lips wet, no you don’t
But where do you go to my lovely
When you’re alone in your bed
Won’t you tell me the thoughts that surround you
I want to look inside your head, yes I do
You’re in between 20 and 30
A very desirable age
Your body is firm and inviting
But you live on a glittering stage, yes you do, yes you do
Your name it is heard in high places
You know the Aga Khan
He sent you a racehorse for Christmas
And you keep it just for fun, for a laugh, a ha-ha-ha
They say that when you get married
It’ll be to a millionaire
But they don’t realize where you came from
And I wonder if they really care, or give a damn
But where do you go to my lovely
When you’re alone in your bed
Tell me the thoughts that surround you
I want to look inside your head, yes I do
I remember the back streets of Naples
Two children begging in rags
Both touched with a burning ambition
To shake off their lowly born tags, they tried
So look into my face Marie-Claire
And remember just who you are
Then go on forget me forever
But I know you still bear the scar, deep inside, yes you do
I know where you go to my lovely
When you’re alone in your bed
I know the thoughts that surround you
`Cause I can look inside your head
