Oh, this is the joy of the rose: / That it blows, / And goes.
-- Willa Sibert Cather 威拉·西伯特·凯瑟
哦,这是玫瑰的快乐:/它吹,/走了。
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We see daily that our lives are terrible and little, without continuity, buyable and salable at any moment, mere blips on a screen, that this is the way we live now. Memory marketed as nostalgia; terror reduced to mere suspense, to melodrama.