为了克服孤独与无能为力感，个人便产生了放弃个性的冲动，要把自己完全消融在外面的世界里。

Art is not about what you see, but what you make others see.

艺术不在于你看到了什么，而在于你让别人看到了什么。

You can't go back home to your family, back home to your childhood, back home to romantic love, back home to a young man's dreams of glory and of fame, back home to exile, to escape to Europe and some foreign land, back home to lyricism, to singing just for singing's sake, back home to aestheticism, to one's youthful idea of 'art' and beauty, back home to the ivory tower, back home to places in the country, to the cottage in Bermuda, away from all the strife and conflict of the world, back home to the father you have lost and have been looking for, back home to someone who can help you, save you, ease the burden for you, back home to the old forms and systems of things which once seemed everlasting but which are changing all the time—back home to the escapes of Time and Memory.

你无法回到家乡，回到你的家庭，回到你的童年，回到浪漫的爱情，回到年轻人对荣耀和名声的梦想，回到流亡，逃到欧洲和某个外国，回到抒情，为了唱歌而唱歌，回到唯美主义，回到你年轻时对“艺术”和美的想法，回到象牙塔，回到乡村的地方，回到百慕大的小屋，远离世界上所有的冲突和斗争，回到你失去并一直在寻找的父亲，回到可以帮助你、拯救你、减轻你负担的人，回到那些曾经看似永恒但一直在变化的旧形式和系统——回到时间和记忆的逃避。

托马斯·沃尔夫

重新发现过去并发现它不足以应对现在，比让它逃避你并永远成为一个和谐的记忆概念更令人悲伤。

It is sadder to find the past again and find it inadequate to the present than it is to have it elude you and remain forever a harmonious conception of memory.