但老人此时想到的只是掌舵和他自己极度的疲乏。他出海太远了，那些鲨鱼把他打败了。他知道那些鲨鱼除了大马林鱼的空骨架之外，是什么也不会给他留下的。
But the old man thought only of his steering and his great tiredness. He had gone out too far and the sharks had beaten him. He knew they would leave him nothing but the stripped skeleton of his great catch.
Architecture must be flexible to survive.
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。