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Dictatorship and authentic literature are incompatible. One must die for the other to survive.
我太聪明、太苛刻、太有办法,以至于没有人能够完全掌控我。没有人完全了解我或爱我。我只有我自己。
在冬天的深处,我发现我内心有一个不可战胜的夏天。
You can't go back home to your family, back home to your childhood, back home to romantic love, back home to a young man's dreams of glory and of fame, back home to exile, to escape to Europe and some foreign land, back home to lyricism, to singing just for singing's sake, back home to aestheticism, to one's youthful idea of 'art' and beauty, back home to the ivory tower, back home to places in the country, to the cottage in Bermuda, away from all the strife and conflict of the world, back home to the father you have lost and have been looking for, back home to someone who can help you, save you, ease the burden for you, back home to the old forms and systems of things which once seemed everlasting but which are changing all the time—back home to the escapes of Time and Memory.