A picture held us captive. And we could not get outside it, for it lay in our language and language seemed to repeat it to us inexorably.
一幅画像束缚住了我们。我们无法走出它，因为它存在于我们的语言中，语言似乎无情地一次次地重复给我们看。
沉默可能是最响亮的尖叫。
We are all characters in a story we did not write.
I want to do what I like all day. I want to sit in a roadside cafe and look in the shop window. Walk in the rain and do something fun or even exciting.