当大雪降下，冷风吹起，独行狼死，群聚狼生。
"You like him because he’s a lost boy. Believe me, I know. Lost boys are easy to fall for."
The novel is a great discovery: far greater than Galileo's telescope or somebody else's wireless. The novel is the highest form of human expression so far attained. Why? Because it is so incapable of the absolute.
The best way to predict the future of farming is to create it.