1148302 熊文荟 第四次作业

Ours is essentially a tragic age, so we refuse to take it tragically. The cataclysm has happened, we are among the ruins, we start to build up new little habitats, to have new little hopes. It is rather hard work: there is now no smooth road into the futher: but we go round, or scramble over the obstacles. We’ve got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen.
Lady Chatterley's Lover By D. H. Lawrence 

The idea of eternal return is a mysterious one, and Nietzsche has often perplexes other philosophers with it: to think that everything recurs as we once experienced it, and that the recurrence itself recurs ad infinitum! What dose this mad myth signfy?
The Unbearable Lightness of Being By Milan Kundera

When Mary Lennox was sent to Misselthwaite Manor to live with her uncle everybody said she was the most disagreeable−looking child ever seen. It was true, too. She had a little thin face and a little thin body, thin light hair and a sour expression. Her hair was yellow, and her face was yellow because she had been born in India and had always been ill in one way or another.
The Secret Garden By Frances Hodgson Burnett