Nor second he, that rode sublime Upon the seraph-wings of ecstasy, The secrets of th’abyss to spy. He passed the flaming bounds of place and time: The living throne, the sapphire-blaze, Where angels tremble, while they gaze, He saw; but blasted with excess of light, Closed his eyes in endless night.

  • -- Thomas Gray 格雷

也不是第二个人,他乘着狂喜的翼翼,骑着崇高的马,去窥探深渊的秘密。他越过了时间和地点的界限:那活宝座,那蓝宝石般的火焰,当天使们凝视的时候,他看见了;但在无尽的黑夜里,他闭上了眼睛。

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Writing is a question of finding a certain rhythm. I compare it to the rhythms of jazz. Much of the time life is a sort of rhythmic progression of three characters. If one tells oneself that life is like that, one feels it less arbitrary.

写作是找到某种节奏的问题。我把它比作爵士乐的节奏。大多数时候,生活是由三个字有节奏地发展而成的。如果一个人告诉自己生活就是这样,他就不会觉得那么武断。

When my time on earth is gone, and my activities here are passed, I want they bury me upside down, and my critics can kiss my ass!

当我在地球上的日子一去不复返,我在这里的活动一去不复返,我要他们把我倒过来埋起来,让那些批评我的人巴结我!