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The dripping blood our only drink, The bloody flesh our only food: In spite of which we like to think That we are sound, substantial flesh and blood--- Again, in spite of that, we call this Friday good.

滴血是我们唯一的饮料，血淋淋的肉是我们唯一的食物。尽管如此，我们还是愿意认为自己是健全的、结实的血肉——再说一次，尽管如此，我们还是认为这个星期五是好的。

— T. S. Eliot T.S.艾略特