我不是理论家。我不是知识分子。我写剧本。
Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend, Before we too into the Dust descend; Dust into Dust, and under Dust to lie, Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and—sans End!
释义:迷惑对手,隐蔽自己,集中兵力,分散敌人。