没有艺术；没有文学；没有社会；最糟糕的是，持续不断的恐惧和暴力死亡的威胁；人的生活孤独、贫困、肮脏、野蛮而短暂。
No arts; no letters; no society; and which is worst of all, continual fear and danger of violent death; and the life of man, solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short.
The Worldly Hope men set their Hearts upon Turns Ashes—or it prospers; and anon, Like Snow upon the Desert's dusty Face, Lighting a little hour or two—is gone.
Some wounds never heal, they just stop bleeding.