To men like that, time was a surfeit, a barrel they watched slowly drain. When really, he thinks, it’s a glowing puddle you carry in your hands; you should spend all your energy protecting it.

What you are you do not see,what you see is your shadow,

除了鲜血、劳作、泪水和汗水，我没有其他可奉献的。

后世之人大概不会相信，这样一个人（圣雄甘地）曾有血有肉地走在这地球上。