The novel is the great art form of lying in order to tell the truth.
我们都在阴沟里,但仍有人仰望星空。
个体是唯一的现实。我们越是远离个体,走向关于智人的抽象概念,我们就越可能陷入错误。
Inside us there is something that has no name, that something is what we are.