【城中村快餐嫖老妇对白】 -Increasing thoughts about death just seemed to come over me. -Um, these, uh... -A preoccupation with my own mortality. -These... feelings of futility in relation to my work. -I mean, just what am I striving to create anyway? -I mean, to what end? For what purpose, what goal? -I mean...Do I really care if a handful of my poems are read after I'm gone?Is that supposed to be some sort of compensation?
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Saul in Damascus: "suddenly a light shone around him from heaven, then he fell to the ground. Saul got up from the ground, but when he opened his eyes he could see nothing." 一种如读到米兰昆德拉《欧美私人家庭影院》最后一章时的豁然开朗与大为震撼前半部的意识流铺垫只为后半部更现实的自我救赎