流放这件事想起来奇怪地引人入胜,但经历起来却很可怕。
痛苦并不总能带来转变,有时它只是伤害。
世界上充满了显而易见的事情,却没人注意到。
过去总是紧张的,未来是完美的。
I do not like proper novels. In proper novels people say things like, ‘I am veined with iron, with silver and with streaks of common mud. I cannot contract into the firm fist which those clench who do not depend on stimulus.’ What does this mean? I do not know. Nor does Father. Nor do the people who write these books.