如果考虑到欲望在生命中的不断喧哗,那我们确乎都可以被称为病人。在我们漫长而短暂的一生中,总是充斥着林林总总的欲求而不得,和形形色色的欲得而不求。如果对这些内容详详细细地加以分析,结果或许会让我们觉得自己并不比一个精神病人好到哪里去,简直就只是薄薄的隔了一层纸罢了。决定我们与后者不同命运的,可能只是一双充满野兽般欲望和政治家般神经质的手——它出现,它捅破窗户纸,它就决定了我们命运的走向。 If we consider the constant noise of desire in our lives, then we can indeed be called a patient. In our long and short life, there is always a plethora of endless pleasures, and no desire for anything of every color. If we analyze these details in detail, the result may make us feel better than a mental patient, just a thin layer of paper nothing more. The fate that determines us differently from the latter may be just a hand full of beastly desires and statesman-like nerves - it appears, which pierce the window paper and determine the course of our destiny.