In the morning the mad excitement was over, and the dreadful memory of his crime returned-more terrifying than ever. In desperation, he decided to go back to London.
天亮了,这种疯狂的激情消失了,他犯下的可怖罪行的回忆却回来了——比以前更加可怕。在绝望中,他决定还是回伦敦去。
穷人别无选择,只能诚实。富人有资本不诚实。
建筑总是政治的,因为它关乎我们如何共同生活。
最终,定义我们的不是罪行本身,而是我们选择如何处理它。
We are all prisoners of our own minds, and it is only through self-reflection that we can break free.