她昨晚浓妆艳抹，却几乎衣不蔽体，这就是女人绝望的迹象。
She wore far too much rogue last night and not quite enough clothes. That is always a sigh of despair in a woman.
The Worldly Hope men set their Hearts upon Turns Ashes—or it prospers; and anon, Like Snow upon the Desert's dusty Face, Lighting a little hour or two—is gone.
如果你想让人做某事，就让它变得简单。
"Writing is a form of resistance."