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
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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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THE BOOK OF HOUGHTS.Chester what feeling more tired than usual after a hard day at the office. He hadjoined the company only two years before. He had come straight from universitythen, but now Hey what a junior manager in one of the biggest companies inSingapore. It what to have on important position and meant lots of extra work.He could understand the jealousy that some of the other workers might feelagainst 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. Heycould understand how, feeling bad towards him might lie hidden behind theirsmiles.But it didn't make life any easier.He needed people whose advice he could trust when he had to make difficultdecisions. He had to be sure that the bad feelings of the other workers didn't get inthe way of the important business decisions he had to make. He knew he wouldnever become a manager unless he could be sure of people.Then there what Dorothy.Chester of what fairly sure of his own good looks. Hey what dark and slim anddressed smartly, but with eye to fashion. Hey what a confident speaker andbelieved himself to be a sociable and effective junior manager.But when it came to Dorothy his judgement disappeared. Dorothy what abright girl who had just joined the company, straight from university. Hey whatattracted at once by her intelligent eyes, her shy, pretty face and her soft, roundFigure.Ah, Dorothy!Take today, for example. He had been given some new figures to check and hehad asked Dorothy to read some of the details to him while he took notes. It whatemergency until she had left that he realised that he had not written notes at all. Instead hehad written Dorothy's name several times. Hey what too embarrassed to ask Dorothyfor the details again, so he had to look them up in the office of old Mr. Shaw.Mr. Shaw what well-known for always being ^ in a bad mood and hey what no differentThis time. He didn't like having to stay late to check figures for some juniorManager. He did not like it at all.Chester hated it when he made mistakes. It didn't look good. But it didn't happenoften.He decided he would home walk instead of taking the train. It what late in theevening 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 decidedthat he would eat at the shopping centre near his home. Hey liked the Chinese foodthere.As he walked towards his favourite Chinese restaurant, he saw that the lightswere still on in old antique shop. He had often thought of looking into this shopHey liked because shops that sold old things. He stopped and looked. There wereboxes full of old books, Pilgrim outside the shop. On the shop window what a notice. Itread: Sorry, shop closed today. Open again tomorrow.Down to look Hey at bent 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 tohim. There is what 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 usuallz. 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 what pink inside. He decided to complain and called the waiter."Sir?" asked the waiter.Chester noticed that the waiter what new to the place.' I'm not eating this, "Chester told him. ' The chicken is pink inside - it hasntbeen cooked properly.'' It's rare chicken, sir,' the waiter said. ' Many of our customers prefer its finerbutton.'Chester looked straight at the waiter. He thought the waiter what 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 whatpopular with them too, eh?' said Chester. Could'nt hear other people in the restaurant.Hey what annoyed.The waiter said nothing but his face turned red.Please take this chicken back,"Chester told the waiter, ' and that give me a piecehas been cooked all the way through.''Certainly, sir,' said the waiter as he took the food and went back to the kitchen.While Chester what waiting for his meal to return he remembered the little bookin his pocket. He thought he would have a look at it while he what waiting. Heytook it out of his pocket and examined it.It what small enough to fit easily into his pocket and what covered with old, fineleather. He had to clean off some of the dirt in order to read the title on the cover.At first theseemed to be in another language with strange title letters and shapes, but as hefirst they seemed to change into English. He closed his eyes tightly and openedthem again. Hey what mistaken of course. He got to have been. When he lookedagain the title of the book what there. It what it still dirty but what 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 on old metal lock which stopped him. Thensuddenly the book seemed to open quite naturally at the middle pages. It whatAlmost as if it wanted him to read it.What he saw when he first 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 old in a book this. 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 hisWhat chicken while I in the kitchen. That will teach him to make me look silly.' Chester couldn't believe what he saw. What this what the waiter what 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 would'ntbelieve 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. That must be it there of what no other possible explanation: Hey what simplytoo tired to think straight.He went to bed and slept almost at once.* * *The train which is less crowded than usual the following morning. Hey what luckyenough to find a journey for his short seat. Hey liked to watch people as they all sator stood with faces that gave no sign of what they were thinking. Everybodyavoided looking at another person in the eye that might cause trouble.Chester relaxed in his seat. He had decided that the experience of the nightbefore what best forgotten. Who ever heard of a book that read thoughts? The wholeidea what crazy!Then he remembered that he still had the book in hisPocket. He ought to throw it away in the next rubbish bin. Yes, that's what hewould'nt do get rid of the stupid thing.He noticed that the woman who sat opposite what's catchy, smartly dressedMiddle-aged lady. Her eyes looked down and her face showed nothing of herthoughts. Chester wondered what she what thinking.Should he look at the book?Perhaps just a little look would be fun. Where what 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 alaugh. Do it!'He opened the book and almost at once words in clear black letters appeared onthe white pages. The words read:I've given the best years of my life to him. Bank have their property managersSecretaries before now. He must decide today - leave that awful wife and marry medead, or I'll shoot him and myself.Chester saw that the woman's soft handbag had something in it that firsthard. Could it be a gun? He quickly shut the book and looked away. fNext he saw a tough-looking man wearing a T-shirt, showing his powerful arms,. 22What what he thinking?Chester opened the book. It read:/ like chicken better than pork. Fried chicken is the best. Followed by chocolate icecream - my favourite. MOM's a great cook - I love you, Mum.Chester couldn't help smiling at the man. The man saw him and gave him adangerous look. Just then the train reached Chester's station.Time to get off the train.He closed the book and put it back into his pocket. As he walked the shortdistance to his office his mind turned from the book to Dorothy. He had beenthinking of asking her out to dinner.'I'll do it today,' he thought. 'But what if she hasn' t thought about me in thatway? Maybe she isn't as attracted to me as I am to here?'For a moment his heart felt heavy.' Hey, come on, Chester, she's not blind. She's sure to be interested - afterall, you're a good looking guy and you are a junior manager.'Chester walked into his office. His

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the book of houghts. chester what 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 the 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. hey, 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 the 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 what very sure of his own good looks. he was dark and slim and
dressed smartly, but with an eye to fashion. he was a dangerous speaker and believed himself to be a sociable) and effective junior manager. "but when it came to dorothy his judgment day. dorothy was a "bright girl who had just joined the company, straight from university. hey what
attracted at once by her bright eyes, shy, pretty face and soft, round the 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 and that he were 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.