The truth about the world, he said, is that anything is possible. Had you not seen it all from birth and thereby bled it of its strangeness it would appear to you for what it is, a hat trick in a medicine show, a fevered dream, a trance bepopulate with chimeras having neither analogue nor precedent, an itinerant carnival, a migratory tentshow whose ultimate destination after many a pitch in many a mudded field is unspeakable and calamitous beyond reckoning.

The more you try to forget, the more you remember.

美人送我一把金错刀，我拿什么来报答她呢？就用琼英美玉报答吧。道路太远我徘徊不安。为何不能断绝思念呢，总是让自己心意烦乱？