THE BOOK OF HOUGHTS.Chester was fee

THE BOOK OF HOUGHTS.
Chester was feeling more tired than usual after a hard day at the office. He had
joined the company only two years before. He had come straight from university
then, but now he was a junior manager in one of the biggest companies in
Singapore. It was an important position to have and meant lots of extra work.
He could understand the jealousy that some of the other workers might feel
against the 'new boy', as they still called him. He had risen quickly in the company.
Many of them, however, had been there for years doing the same jobs. He
could understand how bad feeling towards him might lie hidden behind their
smiles.
But it didn't make life any easier.
He needed people whose advice he could trust when he had to make difficult
decisions. He had to be sure that the bad feelings of the other workers didn't get in
the way of the important business decisions he had to make. He knew he would
never become a manager unless he could be sure of people.
Then there was Dorothy.
Chester was fairly sure of his own good looks. He was dark and slim and
dressed smartly, but with an eye to fashion. He was a confident speaker and
believed himself to be a sociable and effective junior manager.
But when it came to Dorothy his judgement disappeared. Dorothy was a
bright girl who had just joined the company, straight from university. He was
attracted at once by her intelligent eyes, her shy, pretty face and her soft, round
figure.
Ah, Dorothy!
Take today, for example. He had been given some new figures to check and he
had asked Dorothy to read some of the details to him while he took notes. It was
not until she had left that he realised that he had not written notes at all. Instead he
had written Dorothy's name several times. He was too embarrassed to ask Dorothy
for the details again, so he had to look them up in the office of old Mr Shaw.
Mr Shaw was known for always being^in a bad mood and he was no different
this time. He didn't like having to stay late to check figures for some junior
manager. He didn't like it at all.
Chester hated it when he made mistakes. It didn't look good. But it didn't happen
often.
He decided he would walk home instead of taking the train. It was late in the
evening but he felt he needed the walk to clear his thoughts after a busy day.
Anyway, it would be a little punishment for being so stupid earlier on. He decided
that he would eat at the shopping centre near his home. He liked the Chinese food
there.
As he walked towards his favourite Chinese restaurant, he saw that the lights
were still on in an old antique shop. He had often thought of looking into this shop
because he liked shops that sold old things. He stopped and looked. There were
boxes full of old books piled outside the shop. On the shop window was a notice. It
read: Sorry, shop closed today. Open again tomorrow.
He bent down to look at the books. He saw all the usual old books: school books,
cookery books and other books with dirty, yellowing pages that were of no value to
him. There was one small, old book, however, that he noticed at once. It looked
much older than the rest of the books. He picked it up.
'Take it!' said a voice behind him. Chester turned to see a man of about eighty
20
years old. The man had opened the shop door anekwas carrying another box full of
old books. 'These have all been around for years. My nephew is taking over the
business and I don't want to leave him with all this rubbish. Nobody wants to buy
any of it, so take what you want - go on, help yourself!'
'Thanks,' said Chester as he put the old book into his jacket pocket and went on
to the Chinese restaurant.
Chester sat at his table drinking a beer. He had been looking forward to his chicken
and rice. When it arrived, he found that the chicken had not been cooked properly.
It was pink inside. He decided to complain and called the waiter.
'Sir?' asked the waiter.
Chester noticed that the waiter was new to the place.
'I'm not eating this,' Chester told him. 'The chicken is pink inside — it hasn't
been cooked properly.'
'It's rare chicken, sir,' the waiter said. 'Many of our customers prefer its finer
taste.'
Chester looked straight at the waiter. He thought the waiter was not showing
him enough respect.
'Really?' answered Chester.
'It's very popular, sir,' said the waiter.
'And I suppose the illness they caught from eating undercooked chicken was
popular with them too, eh?' said Chester. Other people in the restaurant could hear.
He was annoyed.
The waiter said nothing but his face turned red.
'Please take this chicken back,' Chester told the waiter, 'and give me a piece that
has been cooked all the way through.'
'Certainly, sir,' said the waiter as he took the food and went back to the kitchen.
While Chester was waiting for his meal to return he remembered the little book
in his pocket. He thought he would have a look at it while he was waiting. He
took it out of his pocket and examined it.
It was small enough to fit easily into his pocket and was covered with old, fine
leather. He had to clean off some of the dirt in order to read the title on the cover.
At first the
title seemed to be in another language with strange letters and shapes, but as he
looked they seemed to change into English. He closed his eyes tightly and opened
them again. He was mistaken, of course. He must have been. When he looked
again the title of the book was there. It was still dirty but it was clearly written in
English. It read: The Book of Thoughts.
It didn't say who wrote the book.
Chester thought it must be one of those old books which offered advice about
life. He felt disappointed.
He tried to open the book but it had an old metal lock which stopped him. Then
suddenly the book seemed to open quite naturally at the middle pages. It was
almost as if it wanted him to read it.
What he saw when he looked surprised him. The pages had nothing written on
them and they were clean and white, not at all like the yellowed pages one would
expect to find in a book this old. Did all the pages have no writing on them?
Just then the waiter returned with Chester's chicken and rice and placed it before
him.
'Thank you,' said^lhester.
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'My pleasure, sir,' answered the waiter with a smile.
Chester happened to look at the opened book. It now had writing on the pages
which only a moment before had been clean and white. The writing said:
He wouldn 't look so pleased with himself if he knew what I had put on to his
chicken while I was in the kitchen. That will teach him to make me look silly.
' Chester couldn't believe what he saw. Was this what the waiter was thinking?
'Anything else, sir?' asked the waiter politely.
'Er. . . no, thank you,' said Chester.
As the waiter walked off the writing disappeared. Chester looked at his
meal. He didn't feel hungry any more. And he could hardly complain to the
manager about the waiter. Not without telling them about the book. Who would
believe him?
Chester left the chicken and rice alone, paid his bill and went. He did not leave
the waiter a tip.
* * *
When Chester got home he felt exhausted. He took out the book and looked inside
it once more. The pages were now all white and clear again. Perhaps it had all been
a result of his tiredness. He had been thinking too much about work — and about
Dorothy. That must be it. There was no other possible explanation: he was simply
too tired to think straight.
He went to bed and slept almost at once.
* * *
The train was less crowded than usual the following morning. He was lucky
enough to find a seat for his short journey. He liked to watch people as they all sat
or stood with faces that gave no sign of what they were thinking. Everybody
avoided looking at another person in the eye -that might cause trouble.
Chester relaxed in his seat. He had decided that the experience of the night
before was best forgotten. Who ever heard of a book that read thoughts? The whole
idea was crazy!
Then he remembered that he still had the book in his
pocket. He ought to throw it away in the next rubbish bin. Yes, that's what he
would do. Get rid of the stupid thing.
He noticed that the woman who sat opposite was an attractive, smartly dressed
middle-aged lady. Her eyes looked down and her face showed nothing of her
thoughts. Chester wondered what she was thinking.
Should he look at the book?
Perhaps just a little look would be fun. Where was the harm in it?
He reached for the book in his pocket. He took it out.
'Go on,' he said to himself, 'you might as well try out the book. Just for a
laugh. Do it!'
He opened the book and almost at once words in clear black letters appeared on
the white pages. The words read:
I've given the best years of my life to him. Bank managers have married their
secretaries before now. He must decide today — leave that awful wife and marry me
or I'll shoot him and myself dead.
Chester saw that the woman's soft handbag had something in it that looked
hard. Could it be a gun? He quickly shut the book and looked away. f
Next he saw a tough-looking man wearing a T-shirt, showing his powerful arms,
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what was he thinking?
Chester opened the book. It read:
/ like chicken better than pork. Fried chicken is the best. Followed by chocolate ice
cream — my favourite. Mum's a great cook — I love you, Mum.
Chester couldn't help smiling at the man. The man saw him and gave him a
dangerous look. Just then the train reached Chester's station.
Time to get off the train.
He closed die book and put it back into his pocket. As he walked the short
distance to his office his mind turned from the book to Dorothy. He had been
thinking of asking her out to dinner.
'I'll do it today,' he thought. 'But what if she hasn't thought about me in that
way? Maybe she isn't as attracted to me as I am to her?'
For a moment his heart felt heavy.
'Hey, come on, Chester — she's not blind. She's sure to be interested — after
all, you're a good-looking guy and you are a junior manager.'
Chester walked into his office. His

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EL LIBRO DE HOUGHTS.Chester se sentía más cansado de lo habitual después de un duro día en la oficina. Él teníaa la empresa dos años antes. Había venido directamente de la Universidad deentonces, pero ahora él era un gerente junior en una de las mayores empresas deSingapur. Era una posición importante y significa tener un montón de trabajo extra.Él podía entender los celos que algunos de los otros trabajadores podrían sentirsecontra el 'chico nuevo', como ellos le llamaban. Él se había levantado rápidamente en la empresa.Muchos de ellos, sin embargo, habían estado allí por años haciendo los mismos trabajos. Élpodría entender lo mal sentimiento hacia él podría esconderse detrás de susonríe.Pero no hacer la vida más fácil.Necesita personas cuyo Consejo que podía confiar cuando él tuvo que hacer difícildecisiones. Tenía sin duda que los malos sentimientos de los demás trabajadores no obtienen enla forma de las decisiones importantes de negocios tenía que hacer. Él sabía que lo haríanunca convertirse en un administrador a menos que él podría estar seguro de personas.Entonces era Dorothy.Chester estaba bastante seguro de su buena apariencia. Estaba oscuro y delgado yelegante vestido, pero con la moda. Él era un locutor de confianza ycree ser un gerente junior alegre y eficaz.Pero cuando vino a Dorothy su juicio desapareció. Dorothy era unchica brillante que había acaba de incorporarse a la empresa derecho de la Universidad. Fuea la vez atraídos por sus ojos inteligentes, su tímido, cara bonita y su suave y redondoFigura.Ah, Dorothy!Tomemos hoy, por ejemplo. Le habían dado algunas nuevas figuras yhabía pedido a Dorothy a leer algunos de los detalles a él mientras que él tomó notas. Erano hasta que ella había dejado se dio cuenta de que no había escrito las notas en todo. En su lugar sehabía escrito el nombre de Dorothy varias veces. Estaba demasiado avergonzado para pedir Dorothypara los detalles otra vez, así que tenía que buscarlas en la oficina del viejo Señor Shaw.Sr. Shaw era conocido por estar siempre de mal humor ^ y él no fue diferenteA esta hora. Él no le gustaba tener que quedarme tarde para verificar las cifras algunos juniorGerente. Gustó en absoluto.Chester lo odió cuando cometió errores. No ven bien. Pero no ocurrióa menudo.Decidió que sería ir a casa andando en lugar de tomar el tren. Era tarde en latarde pero él sentía que necesitaba el paseo para despejar sus pensamientos después de un ajetreado día.De todos modos, sería un castigo por ser tan estúpida antes. Decidióque él comería en el centro comercial cerca de su casa. Son la comida chinaallí.Mientras caminaba hacia su restaurante chino favorito, vio que las lucesestaban todavía en una vieja tienda de antigüedades. A menudo había pensado mirar en esta tiendadebido a tiendas que venden las cosas viejas. Se detuvo y miró. Habíacajas llena de viejos libros apilados fuera de la tienda. En la tienda ventana fue un aviso. Seleer: lo sentimos, la tienda está cerrada hoy. Abrir otra vez mañana.Él dobló abajo para mirar los libros. Vio todos los habituales libros antiguos: libros escolares,cookery books and other books with dirty, yellowing pages that were of no value tohim. There was one small, old book, however, that he noticed at once. It lookedmuch older than the rest of the books. He picked it up.'Take it!' said a voice behind him. Chester turned to see a man of about eighty 20years old. The man had opened the shop door anekwas carrying another box full ofold books. 'These have all been around for years. My nephew is taking over thebusiness and I don't want to leave him with all this rubbish. Nobody wants to buyany of it, so take what you want - go on, help yourself!''Thanks,' said Chester as he put the old book into his jacket pocket and went onto the Chinese restaurant.Chester sat at his table drinking a beer. He had been looking forward to his chickenand rice. When it arrived, he found that the chicken had not been cooked properly.It was pink inside. He decided to complain and called the waiter.'Sir?' asked the waiter.Chester noticed that the waiter was new to the place.'I'm not eating this,' Chester told him. 'The chicken is pink inside — it hasn'tbeen cooked properly.''It's rare chicken, sir,' the waiter said. 'Many of our customers prefer its finertaste.'Chester looked straight at the waiter. He thought the waiter was not showinghim enough respect.'Really?' answered Chester.'It's very popular, sir,' said the waiter.'And I suppose the illness they caught from eating undercooked chicken waspopular with them too, eh?' said Chester. Other people in the restaurant could hear.He was annoyed.The waiter said nothing but his face turned red.'Please take this chicken back,' Chester told the waiter, 'and give me a piece thathas been cooked all the way through.''Certainly, sir,' said the waiter as he took the food and went back to the kitchen.While Chester was waiting for his meal to return he remembered the little bookin his pocket. He thought he would have a look at it while he was waiting. Hetook it out of his pocket and examined it.It was small enough to fit easily into his pocket and was covered with old, fineleather. He had to clean off some of the dirt in order to read the title on the cover.At first thetitle seemed to be in another language with strange letters and shapes, but as helooked they seemed to change into English. He closed his eyes tightly and openedthem again. He was mistaken, of course. He must have been. When he lookedagain the title of the book was there. It was still dirty but it was clearly written inEnglish. It read: The Book of Thoughts.It didn't say who wrote the book.Chester thought it must be one of those old books which offered advice aboutlife. He felt disappointed.He tried to open the book but it had an old metal lock which stopped him. Thensuddenly the book seemed to open quite naturally at the middle pages. It wasalmost as if it wanted him to read it.What he saw when he looked surprised him. The pages had nothing written onthem and they were clean and white, not at all like the yellowed pages one wouldexpect to find in a book this old. Did all the pages have no writing on them?Just then the waiter returned with Chester's chicken and rice and placed it beforehim.'Thank you,' said^lhester.21'My pleasure, sir,' answered the waiter with a smile.Chester happened to look at the opened book. It now had writing on the pageswhich only a moment before had been clean and white. The writing said:He wouldn 't look so pleased with himself if he knew what I had put on to hischicken while I was in the kitchen. That will teach him to make me look silly.' Chester couldn't believe what he saw. Was this what the waiter was thinking?'Anything else, sir?' asked the waiter politely.'Er. . . no, thank you,' said Chester.As the waiter walked off the writing disappeared. Chester looked at hismeal. He didn't feel hungry any more. And he could hardly complain to themanager about the waiter. Not without telling them about the book. Who wouldbelieve him?Chester left the chicken and rice alone, paid his bill and went. He did not leavethe waiter a tip.* * *When Chester got home he felt exhausted. He took out the book and looked insideit once more. The pages were now all white and clear again. Perhaps it had all beena result of his tiredness. He had been thinking too much about work — and aboutDorothy. Se debe. No había ninguna otra explicación posible: fue simplementedemasiado cansado para pensar correctamente.Fui a la cama y durmió casi a la vez.* * *El tren fue que menos gente que de costumbre a la mañana siguiente. Tuvo suertesuficiente para encontrar un asiento para su viaje corto. Son ver gente como todo satéliteo parado con caras que no dieron ninguna señal de lo que ellos pensaban. Todo el mundoevitó mirar a otra persona en el ojo-que podría causar problemas.Chester se relajó en su asiento. Había decidido que la experiencia de la nocheantes de que era mejor olvidar. ¿Que jamás haya oído hablar de un libro que lee pensamientos? El conjuntola idea era una locura!Entonces recordó que tenía el libro en suBolsillo. Debe tirarla en el contenedor siguiente p. 505. Sí, eso es lo queharía. Deshacerse de lo estúpido.Se dio cuenta de que la mujer que estaba sentada enfrente era un atractivo, elegante vestidoSeñora de mediana edad. Miraban sus ojos y su rostro mostró nada de ellapensamientos. Chester preguntaba lo que ella pensaba.Debe mirar el libro?Tal vez una mirada poco sería divertido. ¿Donde fue el daño en él?Llegó para el libro en su bolsillo. Él llevó a cabo.' Go on, 'él dijo,' tú también puedes probar el libro. Sólo para unrisa. Hacerlo! 'Abrió el libro y casi a la vez palabras en letras negras claro aparecieron enlas páginas blancas. Leer las palabras:He dado los mejores años de mi vida a él. Los directores de bancos han casado con suSubsecretarios antes de ahora. Él debe decidir hoy, dejar ese horrible esposa y Casate conmigoo a disparar él y yo muerta.Chester vio que bolso suave de la mujer tenía algo que parecíaduro. ¿Podría ser un arma de fuego? Rápidamente cerró el libro y miraba de lejos. (f)Luego vio a un hombre de aspecto resistente con una camiseta, mostrando sus poderosos brazos, 22¿Qué estaba pensando?Chester abrió el libro. Lo leído:/ como pollo mejor que la carne de cerdo. Pollo frito es el mejor. Seguido de chocolate hielocrema es mi favorito. Mamá de un gran cocinero-te quiero, mamá.Chester no podía ayudar a sonreír en el hombre. El hombre lo vio y le dio unMira peligroso. Sólo entonces el tren llegó a la estación de Chester.Tiempo para bajar del tren.Cerró el libro de morir y lo pones de nuevo en su bolsillo. Mientras caminaba el cortodistancia a su oficina su mente gira de libro a Dorothy. Él había sidopensando en preguntarle a cenar.'Lo haré,' pensó. ' Pero qué pasa si ella no ha pensado me en que¿manera? Tal vez ella no es tan atraída a mí como yo a ella? 'Por un momento su corazón sentía pesado.' Bueno, venga, Chester-le no de ciego. Ella está segura de estar interesado, después detodo, eres un chico guapo y eres un administrador junior. 'Chester entró en su oficina. Su

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El libro de Carlos HOUGHTS Chester was more cansado.
es - after a Hard Day at the Office.Él tenía
joined before, only the company doble.He had come from University
tan recto, But now il was a Junior Manager in one of the in situ
Singapur un gran número de empresas que cotizan en bolsa.Esto es importante, se dice que es un trabajo y meant lots of extra.
He could understand the envy of against might feel that some
the other trabajadores the 'New boy', como se llama él.Él tenía risen quickly in the company.
muchos de ellos, sin embargo, hay muchos años de trabajo, been there for doing the same.He could understand how bad Aaron towards
- might Lee escondidos detrás de sonrisas their
.
pero la vida que nunca
t make any.Yo no necesito a alguien que podría ser su confianza had to make decisions difícil
.He had to be por supuesto sentimientos that the bad of the other trabajadores no t get in the way of the important
had to make Business decisions.No sé si él va a ser.
could be a Manager a menos que, por supuesto, of people. There was Dorothy tan
.
Chester se ve mejor, por supuesto, of his own.He was Dark and Slim and
Smartly reparar, but with an eye to fashion.He was a atreves de personas and
se considero to be a Junior and effective sociable. When it Director to the manager.
disappeared to Dorothy su sentencia.Niña Dorothy was a
brillante que había joined the company from en directo.¡He was
attracted at vez tímido inteligente por sus ojos, su rostro y su suave, bonita, la palabra rueda
.
la pequeña Dorothy!
Con la de hoy, ejemplos en inglés.Had Some New helio es el mismo figures to Check and had to read preguntó
Dorothy some of the details to él cuando él took Notes.Genealogía
hasta que ella tiene su realised su izquierda that that had not written Notes at all.En tiempos de Hwange
had written Dorothy 's name.He was too Tom to ask Dorothy una vez
for the details.Had to look so su su dial in the Office of señor viejo Señor es famoso apellido Shao.

Shaw in a bad for always being es diferentes emociones y su tiempo de carga
this.El helio no es como una noche t to stay to check para gestión de Junior
some.Helio it at all like 't it when no él.
errores en el mecanismo de infección de Chester hospital.No se 't Look Good.Pero no es a
t happen.
en lugar de helio decidió walk home of taking the train.Es tarde in the evening but the pie
a él necesita una vez a clear his thoughts un día ocupado.
de todos modos, it would be a little earlier on so for por todo castigo corporal.Su decisión de
that helio se comen a sus Home at the Shopping Centre cerca.No me gusta la comida China como

él. El restaurante China Towards a su favorito, were vio that the Lights On in an old
todavía la tienda de antigüedades.He had Thought of Swinburne para negar esta tienda
porque le gusta vender tiendas that Old quejas.Stopped and looked helio.Total of Old Books were
caja fuera de la tienda de acumulación.A) on the shop window was.Esto es ahora
read: Hoy, el cierre de la tienda.Una vez abierta mañana.
helio down to look at the Books inclinado.El helio es Saw all the Old Books: libros de medicina,
Cookery Books and other Books with sucio