他的诗，如同几何圆规般，画著圆，时而亲密贴近，时而广及全球，唯一不变的是，圆规的尖端总是插定在囚室里。

The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind.

The voice of the sea is seductive, never ceasing, whispering, clamoring, murmuring, inviting the soul to wander in abysses of solitude.

专制主义的力量和权力完全在于对抵抗的恐惧。