把这一句，留给此刻的你

A rush of primal satisfaction flooded Tool as his opponent surrendered to death. Blackness swamped Tool’s vision, and he let go. He had conquered. Even as he died, he conquered.

当他的对手向死神投降时，一股原始的满足之情涌上了他的心头。黑暗淹没了工具的视线，他松开了手。他已经征服了。即使在他死后，他也征服了。

— Paolo Bacigalupi 保罗·巴奇加卢比