自由是按照我们意愿生活的权利。
我们相互之间的了解竟然如此之少。我们的大部分就像是冰川一样淹没无痕,凸现出来的只是那冰冷而又苍白的社会意义上的自我。
Our existence is defined by the gaze of others.
The historian must be a poet and an artist in order to give life to the dead bones of the past.