秋名山是“头文字D”漫画的作者以榛名山为原型，虚构出来的一座山。榛名山的山路全长不过是3公里，但是共有30个左右险恶的转弯，几乎每100米就有一个急转弯，其中几个还是180度的“发夹转弯”。所以对飚车一族来说，绝对是练习漂移技术的好地方。 

“头文字D”里的男主角由于工作的需要，时常经过这条山路载送豆腐。在长久的训练之下，练得一手好技术。即使在险恶的山路急速行驶，他可以单手掌盘，同时还倚窗托腮沉思，看起来象是完全投入“人路合一”的状态。 

这种人路合一的状态，也经常发生在我的身上。 

我的那一段路是在加星山一带，是我每次与朋友聚集饮茶之后，回家的必经之路。这一条路全长应该不超过4公里，一路上都没有交通灯。 

在凌晨时分，车辆稀少，在快速行驶的情况下，会有一点点的冒险感觉。这种感觉，是车子被发明后带给人类最大的感官革命。通过驾驶，人类速度感超越肉体的极限，得以从非人类的角度来看这个世界。急速行驶时会自然产生危机感，驾驶者在这个时候所可以依靠的，除了是自己的车子之外，就只剩下本身的意志力了。意志力强者，控制车子的信心就更大，所以可以将车子的性能推到极限。 

当车轮辗入这段路的那一刻起，我的精神马上进入另一个境界。整个路程不再需要刹车，一个高档芽，从头带到尾。每一个转弯，车子都会以近乎完美的弧度，轻轻划过转弯的内侧。然后在转弯的角的顶点，踩油飞驰而过。 

也有试过与好勇恶斗的改装车在这段路上相逢。在直路上也许会稍微落后，但是一到转弯处，等着改装车的刹车灯一亮，我就会乘着那一瞬间超越它，然后绝尘而去。那种满足感，嘿嘿，并非局外人所可以体会。 

所以说，每个人心中都有两座山，一座是断背山，另一座是秋名山。 

Here comes my final Fight Club selection.

This passage tends to point out the spirit of the whole story, where Brad Pitt, Edward Norton's split personality, says this, "Self-improvement is masturbation. Self-destruction is the answer", which is the distorted version of a wide- spread saying, “self- consolation is masturbation; self- improvement is the answer”.  

This line lingers in my mind since the first day I watched the movie. I may not be in total agreement with Brad Pitt, but the way he says it…… it’s just simply too cool.

Since Brad Pitt (Tyler) is the split personality of Jack (Edward Norton), it explains very well why Tyler (who actually is Jack himself) set fire on his Ikea items.

EXT. STREET - DUSK

     Tyler and Jack walk, both smoking cigarettes.

                             JACK (V.O.)

                 A guy came to fight club for the

                 first time, his ass was a wad of

                 cookie dough.  After a few weeks, he

                 was carved out of wood.

                             JACK

                 If you could fight any celebrity?

                             TYLER

                 Alive or dead?

                             JACK

                 Doesn't matter.

                             TYLER

                 Hemingway.  You?

                             JACK

                 Shatner.  William Shatner.*

 (Leeyoun's note: william shatner is Captain James Kirk in Star Trek: The Original Series)

     They reach a BUS STOP as a BUS arrives, tossing their

     cigarettes, getting on board...

     INT. BUS - DUSK

     The bus is crowded.  As Tyler and Jack walk toward the back,

     Jack studies the faces of OTHER PASSENGERS...

                             JACK (V.O.)

                 We all started seeing things

                 differently.  Wherever we went.

     They hold hand grips.  Jack looks up at an ADVERTISEMENT; a

     CALVIN KLEIN ad featuring a tan, bare-chested MUSCLE STUD.

                             JACK (V.O.)

                 I felt sorry for all the guys packing

                 into gyms, trying to look like what

                 Calvin Klein and Tommy Hilfiger said

                 they should.

     Tyler looks at Jack, looks at the C.K. advertisement.

                             TYLER

                 Self-improvement is masturbation.

                 Self-destruction is the answer.

     A MAN in a suit KNOCKS Tyler's shoulder as he passes.  The

     Man takes a handle, close by.  Jack's pissed, staring at the

     man, who stares back.

                             JACK

                       (to Tyler, so the

                        Man can hear)

                 You could take him.

     Tyler looks to Jack, glances over his shoulder at the Man.

     Tyler casually picks a small scab off Jack's nostril.

                             TYLER

                 The trick is not to care.

     Tyler stares forward.

Ooops, I did it again. For your info, I drop my previous pseudo name "Britney" or "brit". From now onwards, I am "jessica" or "jessica alba".

this passage of "Fight Club" talks about one's soul being eaten by Ikea. 

All his Ikea furniture ended up being arsoned by himself in the later part of the story.

INT. BATHROOM - JACK'S CONDO - NIGHT

     Jack sits on the toilet, CORDLESS PHONE to his ear, flips

     through an IKEA catalog.  There's a stack of old Playboy

     magazines and other catalogs nearby.

                             JACK (V.O.)

                 Like everyone else, I had become a

                 slave to the IKEA nesting instinct.

                             JACK

                       (into phone)

                 Yes.  I'd like to order the Erika

                 Pekkari slip covers.

     Jack drops the open catalog on the floor.

     MOVE IN ON CATALOG -- ON PHOTO of COFFEETABLE SET...

                             JACK (V.O.)

                 If I saw something like clever coffee

                 table sin the shape of a yin and

                 yang, I had to have it.

     PAN TO PHOTO of ARMCHAIR...

                             JACK (V.O.)

                 Like the Johanneshov armchair in the

                 Strinne green stripe pattern...

     INT. LIVING ROOM/DINING AREA/KITCHEN

     The armchair APPEARS.  PAN OVER next to armchair...

                             JACK (V.O.)

                 Or the Rislampa wire lamps of

                 environmentally-friendly unbleached

                 paper.

     The lamps APPEAR.  PAN OVER to wall...

                             JACK (V.O.)

                 Even the Vild hall clock of

                 galvanized steel, resting on the

                 Klipsk shelving unit.

     The clock APPEARS as the shelving unit APPEARS on the wall.

                             JACK (V.O.)

                 I would flip through catalogs and

                 wonder, "What kind of dining set

                 defines me as a person?"  We used to

                 read pornography.  Now it was the

                 Horchow Collection.

     A dining room set APPEARS.  Jack, the cordless phone still

     glued to his ear, walks INTO FRAME and continues.

                             JACK

                 No, I don't want Cobalt.  Oh, that

                 sounds nice.  Apricot.

     Jack opens a cabinet, takes out a plate.

                             JACK (V.O.)

                 I had it all.  Even the glass dishes

                 with tiny bubbles and imperfections,

                 proof they were crafted by the

                 honest, simple, hard-working

                 indigenous peoples of wherever.

     He rummages through the refrigerator.  It's practically

     empty.  Jack takes out a jar of mustard, opens it and uses

     a butter knife to eat it.

INT. LOU'S TAVERN - BASEMENT - NIGHT

     LOUD.  An enormous CROWD of guys, including Jack and Bob,

     stands around Tyler, who's in the center of the circle,

     holding up his hands to quiet them...

                             TYLER

                 I look around... I look around and

                 see a lot of new faces.

     An enthusiastic RUMBLE from the crowd.

                             TYLER

                 Shut up!  Which means a lot of you

                 have been breaking the first two

                 rules of fight club.

     A glum silence falls.  Guys look at each other.

                             TYLER

                 I see in fight club the strongest and

                 smartest men who have ever lived --

                 an entire generation pumping gas and

                 waiting tables; or they're slaves

                 with white collars.

                             (more)

                             TYLER (cont)

                 Advertisements have them chasing cars

                 and clothes, working jobs they hate

                 so they can buy shit they don't need.

                 We are the middle children of

                 history, with no purpose or place.

                 We have no great war, or great

                 depression.  The great war is a

                 spiritual war.  The great depression

                 is our lives.  We were raised by

                 television to believe that we'd be

                 millionaires and movie gods and rock

                 stars -- but we won't.  And we're

                 learning that fact.  And we're very,

                 very pissed-off.

     The crowd erupts into a DEAFENING CHORUS of agreement.  Jack

     looks at the blazing excitement in the eyes of the crowd.

                             TYLER

                 We are the quiet young men who listen

                 until it's time to decide.

     A fat, MIDDLE-AGED MAN stomps down the stairs, pushing into

     the crowd, followed by a TALL, HEFTY THUG who holds a GUM.

                             TYLER

                 Who are you?

                             FAT MAN (LOU)

                 Who am I?!  There's a sign on the

                 front that says "Lou's Tavern." I'm

                 fucking Lou.  Who the fuck are you?!

                             TYLER

                 Tyler Durden.

     Tyler extends his hand for a shake, but Lou SLAPS it away.

                             LOU

                 Who told you motherfuckers you could

                 use my place?

                             TYLER

                 We have a deal worked out with Irvine.

                             LOU

                 Irvine?  Irvine's at home with a

                 broken collarbone.

     Everyone glances guiltily at each other.

                             LOU

                 He don't own this place, I do.  How

                 much money's he getting for this?

                             TYLER

                 There is no money.

                             LOU

                 Really?

                             TYLER

                 It's free to all.

                             LOU

                 Ain't that something?

                             TYLER

                 Yes, it is.

                             LOU

                 Look, stupid fuck, I want everyone

                 outta here now!

                             TYLER

                 You're welcome to join our club.

                             LOU

                 Did you hear what I just said?!

                             TYLER

                 You and your friend.

     Lou SLUGS Tyler in the stomach, doubles him over.

                             LOU

                 You hear me now?

     Tyler gains his breath, determined.  He looks up, turns his

     head, looking to Jack.  Jack watches, wide-eyed.

     Tyler straightens, facing Lou.

                             TYLER

                 No, I'm sorry, I didn't hear you.

     Lou PUNCHES Tyler in the face.  Some of the guys move

     forward, but the Thug points his gun.  Jack-runs forward

     anyway -- Lou PUNCHES him in the face.

     More guys move forward, but Tyler waves them off, facing Lou.

                             TYLER

                 We really need to use this place.

     Lou proceeds to beat the shit out of Tyler, PUNCHING his

     face, his stomach.  Tyler collapses to the floor.  Lou

     starts KICKING his.  Tyler bleeds from the mouth and face.

                             TYLER

                 That's it.... that's good.  Get it

                 all out.  You'll feel better.

     Lou flushes red with exasperation, KICKS more.  Finally,

     sweating, bewildered, Lou stops.  He looks to the Thug, who

     is just as bewildered.

     Suddenly, Tyler SPRINGS UP, grabs onto Lou...

                             TYLER

                 Yes, I am shit and crazy, to you and

                 this whole fucking world...

     Tyler's blood spatters on Lou.  Lou tries to shake Tyler

     off, but Tyler BITES Lou's NECKTIE.  The Thug grabs Tyler

     and pulls, the necktie tightening and strangling Lou.  Lou

     slaps at Tyler's face, but recoils from the blood.  Tyler

     spits and shouts through clenched teeth...

                             TYLER

                 You don't know where I've been.

     Tyler bear hugs Lou, pulls him to the floor.  Tyler rubs his

     bloody face into Lou's face.  The Thug lifts Tyler.  Tyler

     clings to Lou's belt, dragging Lou as he is dragged...

                             TYLER

                 We need this place.  We need it.

                 Please let us keep it, please...

     Blood dribbles out of Tyler's mouth, spattering Lou.

                             LOU

                 What are you doing?!

                             TYLER

                 Pleeeeeease!

                             LOU

                 Okay!  Okay, fuck it!  Use the

                 basement!  Get off me!

                             TYLER

                 We need some towels, Lou.  We need

                 replacement light bulbs.

                             LOU

                 Alright, Christ!  Fucking let me go!

                             TYLER

                 Thank you.  Thank you, sir...

                             LOU

                 Let go of me!!

     Tyler lets go of Lou's belt.  Lou scrambles away.  The Thug

     drops Tyler, trying to keep clear of the blood.  Lou gets to

     his feet, looks at Tyler, then at the rest of the guys.  He

     and the Thug back away... slamming the door behind.

     Fight club surrounds Tyler.  They help him up, move him to

     a crate.  Tyler sits slumped for a long moment, his

     breathing labored... then, he sits back, crossing his legs

     and looking to the group, his demeanor businesslike.

 For your information, Jack is Edward Norton, and Tyler is Brad Pitt.

     INT. JACK'S OFFICE - DAY

     Jack sits staring at his SCREEN SAVER.

     INT. BOSS'S OFFICE - DAY

     Jack steps into the open doorway, knocks on the doorframe.

     Boss looks up from his large, expensive desk.

                             JACK

                 We need to talk.

                             BOSS

                 Okay.  Where to begin?  With your

                 constant absenteeism?  With your

                 unpresentable appearance?  You're up

                 for review...

                             JACK

                 I Am Jack's Complete Lack of Surprise.

     Boss sits up in his seat, becoming enraged.

                             JACK

                 Let's pretend.  You're the Department

                 of Transportation, and you discover

                 that our company intentionally did

                 nothing about leather seats cured in

                 third world countries with chemicals

                 we know cause birth defects?  Brake

                 linings that fail after a thousand

                 miles.  Fuel injectors that burn

                 people alive.

                             BOSS

                 Just who the fuck do you think you

                 are?!  Get out!  You're fired!

                             JACK

                 What about this?  Keep me on payroll

                 as an outside consultant.  In

                 exchange for my salary, I'll keep my

                 mouth shut.  I won't need to come to

                 the office.  I can do this job from

                 home.

     Boss stands, moves around his desk, glaring with rage.

                             BOSS

                 You little fucker!  I oughta...

     Jack PUNCHES HIMSELF in the nose.  Blood starts to trickle.

     He punches himself in the jaw, throws himself back as if by

     the force of the punch, SLAMS against a framed picture and

     SHATTERS the glass.  He falls to the floor.

                             JACK (V.O.)

                 I Am Jack's Smirking Revenge.

     Jack gets back to his feet.

                             JACK

                 Please... don't hit me again, please.

                 I'm your responsibility...

     He PUNCHES himself in the stomach, then in the jaw again.

     He reels backwards, pulls down a hanging shelf, its contents

     flying.  He hits the floor.

                             JACK (V.O.)

                 For some reason, I thought of my

                 first fight -- with Tyler.

     Jack crawls toward Boss, dripping blood, grabs Boss's leg.

                             JACK

                 Please... give me the paychecks like

                 I asked for.  I won't be any trouble.

                 You won't see me again.

     Jack climbs up Boss's leg while Boss tries to shake him off.

     Boss stumbles back into his desk, knocking off belongings.

                             JACK (V.O.)

                 Under and behind and inside

                 everything this man took for granted,

                 something horrible had been growing.

     Jack crawls high enough to grab Boss's belt, hoisting

     himself up.  He dribbles blood an Boss's clothing, SMUDGES

     blood from his face onto the knuckles of Boss's hand.

                             JACK

                 Please... please...

                             JACK (V.O.)

                 And right then, at our most excellent

                 moment together...

     Two SECURITY GUARDS enter and gape at the sight.  Behind

     them stand CURIOUS WORKERS, looking in.

                             JACK

                       (gurgling blood)

                 Please don't hit me again.

     INT. TYLER'S HOUSE - ENTRANCE FOYER - DAY

     Jack holds a CHECK in front of Tyler's face.

                             JACK

                 Six months advance pay.  Six months!

                             TYLER

                 Fucking sweet.

                             JACK

                 Okay, and... and...

     Jack digs in his pocket, takes out a thick bundle of CARDS.

                             JACK

                 Forty-eight airline flight coupons.

                 Plus... hold on... just a minute...

     Jack holds up a finger, going to open the front door.  He

     drags an unwieldy SHOPPING CART in behind him; filled with

     his COMPUTER, PHONE, FAX and other office equipment.

                             JACK

                 I am now officially self-employed.

     Jack looks at the cart, then back at Tyler, proud.

                             TYLER

                 Good for you.

                             JACK
                 What are we doing?

                             TYLER
                 Homework assignment.

                             JACK
                 What is it?

     Tyler takes out a HANDGUN, hands the backpack back.

                             TYLER
                 Human Sacrifice.

     Jack turns white, staring at the gun.

     EXT. BEHIND THE CONVENIENCE STORE - MOMENTS LATER

     The BACK DOOR opens and Tyler brings the store's CLERK out
     at gunpoint, forces him to his knees.  Jack follows,
     freaked.  Tyler points the gun at the Clerk.

                             JACK (V.O.)
                 On a long enough time line, the
                 survival rate for everyone drops to
                 zero.

                             CLERK
                 Please... don't...

                             TYLER
                 Give me your wallet.

     The Clerk fumbles his wallet out of his pocket and Tyler
     snatches it.  Tyler pulls out the DRIVER'S LICENCE.

                             TYLER
                 Raymond K. Hessel. 1320 SE Benning,
                 apartment A.  A small, cramped
                 basement apartment.

                             RAYMOND
                 How'd you know?

                             TYLER
                 They give basement apartments letters
                 instead of numbers.  Raymond, you're
                 going to die.

     Tyler rummages through the wallet.

                             TYLER
                 Is this a picture of Mom and Dad?

                             RAYMOND
                 Yesssss...

                             TYLER
                 Your mom and dad will have to call
                 kindly doctor so-and-so to dig up
                 your dental records, because there
                 won't be much left of your face.

                             RAYMOND
                 Please, God, no...

     Raymond begins to weep, shoulders heaving.

                             JACK
                 Tyler...

                             TYLER
                 An expired community college student
                 ID card.  What did you used to study,
                 Raymond K. Hessel?

                             RAYMOND
                 S-S-Stuff.

                             TYLER
                 "Stuff."  Were the mid-terms hard?

     Tyler rams the gun barrel against Raymond's temple.

                             TYLER
                 I asked you what you studied.

                             JACK
                 Tell him!

                             RAYMOND
                 Biology, mostly.

                             TYLER
                 Why?

                             RAYMOND
                 I... I don't know...

                             TYLER
                 What did you want to be, Raymond K.
                 Hessel?

     Raymond weeps and says nothing.  Tyler COCKS the gun.
     Raymond GASPS.

                             TYLER
                 The question, Raymond, was "what did
                 you want to be?"

     A beat.

                             JACK
                 Answer him!

                             RAYMOND
                 A veterinarian!

                             TYLER
                 Animals.

                             RAYMOND
                 Yeah ... animals and s-s-s ---

                             TYLER
                 Stuff.  That means you have to get
                 more schooling.

                             RAYMOND
                 Too much school.

     Tyler shoves Raymond's wallet back into Raymond's pocket.

                             TYLER
                 Would you rather be dead?

                             RAYMOND
                 No, please, no, God, no!

     Tyler moves the gun right between Raymond's eyes.

                             RAYMOND
                 NOOOOO!

     Tyler UNCOCKS the gun, lowers it.

                             TYLER
                 I'm keeping your license.  I know
                 where you live.  I'm going to check
                 on you.  If you aren't back in school
                 and on your way to being a
                 veterinarian in six weeks, you will
                 be dead.  Get the hell out of here.

     Raymond staggers to his feet, heads down an alleyway.  Jack
     and Tyler watch Raymond flee, then Tyler looks at Jack.

                             JACK
                   I feel sick.

                             TYLER
                   Imagine how he feels.

     Tyler brings the gun to his own head, pulls the trigger --
     CLICK.  Empty.

                             JACK
                 I don't care, that was horrible.

     Tyler walks away.

                             TYLER
                 Tomorrow will be the most beautiful
                 day of Raymond K. Hessell's life.

     Jack watches Tyler go.

                             TYLER
                 His breakfast will taste better than
                 any meal he has ever eaten.

     Jack turns to look the direction Raymond ran.  He finally
     turns back, following after Tyler.