The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
移动的手指在书写;一旦写下,便继续前行:无论是你的虔诚还是智慧,都无法引诱它回来取消半行,你的泪水也无法洗去一个字。
你唯一的限制是你给自己设定的限制。
Growing up is losing some illusions, in order to acquire others.
Life is nasty, brutish, and short.