时间：2022-04-14 12:46:04
Don't be trapped by dogma, which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of others' opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important,
have the courage to follow your heart and intuition.
—Steve Jobs
Mr. Plumbean lived on a street where all the houses were the same. He liked it that way. So did everybody else on Mr. Plumbean's street. "This is a neat street," they would say. Then one day ...
A seagull flew over Mr. Plumbean's house. He was carrying a can of bright orange paint. (No one knows why.) And he dropped the can (no one knows why) right over Mr. Plumbean's house. It made a big orange splot on Mr. Plumbean's house.
"Ooooh! Too bad!" everybody said. "Mr. Plumbean will have to paint his house again."
"I suppose I will," said Mr. Plumbean. But he didn't paint his house right away. He looked at the big orange splot for a long time; then he went about his business.
The neighbors got tired of seeing that big orange splot. Someone said, "Mr. Plumbean, we wish you'd get around to2) painting your house."
"OK," said Mr. Plumbean. He got some blue paint and some white paint, and that night he got busy. He painted at night because it was cooler.
When the paint was gone, the roof was blue. The walls were white. And the big orange splot was still there. Then he got some more paint. He got red paint, yellow paint, green paint, and purple paint.
In the morning the other people on the street came out of their houses. Their houses were all the same. But Mr. Plumbean's house was like a rainbow. It was like a jungle3). It was like an explosion. There was the big orange splot. And there were little orange splots. There were stripes. There were pictures of elephants and lions and pretty girls and steam-shovels4).
The people said, "Plumbean has popped his cork5), flipped his wig6), blown his stack7), and dropped his stopper8)." They went away muttering9).
That day Mr. Plumbean bought carpenter's10) tools. That night he built a tower on top of his roof, and he painted a clock on the tower.
The next day the people said, "Plumbean has gushed his mush11), lost his marbles, and slipped his hawser12)." They decided they would pretend not to notice.
That very night Mr. Plumbean got a truck full of green things. He planted palm13) trees, baobabs14), thorn bushes, onions, and frangipani15). In the morning he bought a hammock16) and an alligator17).
When the other people came out of their houses, they saw Mr. Plumbean swinging in a hammock between two palm trees. They saw an alligator lying in the grass. Mr. Plumbean was drinking lemonade.