For me they normally happen, these career crises, often, actually, on a Sunday evening, just as the sun is starting to set, and the gap between my hopes for myself and the reality of my life starts to diverge so painfully that I normally end up weeping into a pillow.

The future of steel lies in its ability to adapt to a low-carbon economy.

怎么会有不用同道的人而只用与自己意见相同的人的道理呢？