生命越延续，身边质疑你叙事的人就越少，提醒你生活并非如你所讲，而是如你所记的人也更少。

You must be filled with expectancy. You must be awash in hope.

The stranger is close to us, insofar as we feel between him and ourselves common features of a national, social, occupational, or generally human, nature. He is far from us, insofar as these common features extend beyond him or us, and connect us only because they connect a great many people.