我不是一个完美的人，但我每天都在努力变得更好。

The melancholy science from which I make this offering to my friend relates to a region that from time immemorial was regarded as the true field of philosophy, but which, since the latter's conversion into method, has lapsed into intellectual neglect, sententious whimsy, and finally oblivion.

若我再见你，时隔经年，我将如何致意，以眼泪以沉默。