“魔法教母”J.K - 范文无忧网

[布隆伯格在哈佛大学毕业典礼上的演讲]感谢凯蒂，感谢福斯特校长、哈佛大学理事会成员、监事会成员，还有迎接我回校的所有教职员工、校友及同学们。站在这里，我非常激动，不仅是因为我能在哈佛大学第363届毕业典礼上面...+阅读

演讲者：J.K罗琳(J.K.Rowling)，英国奇幻小说家，代表作为《哈利波特》系列作品。她是英国有记录以来最畅销的作家。.......生活是严酷的，也是复杂的，更不处于任何人的掌控中;谦逊地懂得并接受这一点，会帮助你安然度过生活中的风浪。.......如果你选择了用你的身份和影响力来为那些没有声音的人呐喊;如果你保留了想象的能力，能够与那些无法拥有幸运的人们感同身受;那么，我将欢呼：我们并不需要魔法来改造世界。

在内心深处，我们已经拥有了所需的所有力量：想象更好世界的力量。President Faust, members of the Harvard Corporation and the Board of Overseers, members of the faculty, proud parents, and, above all, graduates,The first thing I would like to say is thank you. Not only has Harvard given me an extraordinary honour, but the weeks of fear and nausea Ive endured at the thought of giving this mencement address he made me lose weight. A win-win situation! Now all I he to do is take deep breaths, squint at the red banners and convince myself that I am at the worlds largest Gryffindors reunion.Delivering a mencement address is a great responsibility; or so I thought until I cast my mind back to my own graduation. The mencement speaker that day was the distinguished British philosopher Baroness Mary Warnock. Reflecting on her speech has helped me enormously in writing this one, because it turns out that I cant remember a single word she said. This liberating discovery enables me to proceed without any fear that I might inadvertently influence you to abandon promising careers in business, law or politics for the giddy delights of being a gay wizard.You see? If all you remember in years to e is the gay wizard joke, Ive still e out ahead of Baroness Mary Warnock. Achievable goals - the first step to self-improvement.Actually, I he wracked my mind and heart for what I ought to say to you today. I he asked myself what I wish I had known at my own graduation, and what important lessons I he learned in the 21 years that has expired between that day and this.I he e up with two answers. On this wonderful day when we are gathered together to celebrate your academic success, I he decided to talk to you about the benefits of failure. And as you stand on the threshold of what is sometimes called real life, I want to extol the crucial importance of imagination.These may seem quixotic or paradoxical choices, but bear with me.Looking back at the 21-year-old that I was at graduation, is a slightly unfortable experience for the 42-year-old that she has bee. Half my lifetime ago, I was striking an uneasy balance between the ambition I had for myself, and what those closest to me expected of me.I was convinced that the only thing I wanted to do, ever, was to write novels. However, my parents, both of whom came from impoverished backgrounds and neither of whom had been to college, took the view that my overactive imagination was an amusing personal quirk that could never pay a mortgage, or secure a pension.I know the irony strikes like with the force of a cartoon anvil now, butThey had hoped that I would take a vocational degree; I wanted to study English Literature. A promise was reached that in retrospect satisfied nobody, and I went up to study Modern Languages. Hardly had my parents car rounded the corner at the end of the road than I ditched German and scuttled off down the Classics corridor.I cannot remember telling my parents that I was studying Classics; they might well he found out for the first time on graduation day. Of all the subjects on this pla, I think they would he been hard put to name one less useful than Greek mythology when it came to securing the keys to an executive bathroom.I would like to make it clear, in parenthesis, that I do not blame my parents for their point of view. There is an expiry date on blaming your parents for steering you in the wrong direction; the moment you are old enough to take the wheel, responsibility lies with you. What is more, I cannot criticise my parents for hoping that I would never experience poverty. They had been poor themselves, and I he since been poor, and I quite agree with them that it is not an ennobling experience. Poverty entails fear, and stress, and sometimes depression; it means a thousand petty humiliations and hardships. Climbing out of poverty by your own efforts, that is indeed something on which to pride yourself, but poverty itself is romanticised only by fools.What I feared most for myself at your age was not poverty, but failure.At your age, in spite of a distinct lack of motivation at university, where I had spent far too long in the coffee bar writing stories, and far too little time at lectures, I had a knack for passing examinations, and that, for years, had been the measure of success in my life and that of my peers.