这里有一座高塔,是所有的人都必须去攀登的。它至多不过有一百来级。这座高塔是中空的。一个人一旦达到它的顶端,就会掉下来摔得粉身碎骨。但是任何人都很难从那样的高度摔下来。这是每一个人的命运:如果他达到注定的某一级,预先他并不知道是哪一级,阶梯就从他的脚下消失,好像它是陷阱的盖板,而他也就消失了。只是他并不知道那是第二十级或是第六十三级,或是另外的哪一级;他所确实知道的是,阶梯中的某一级一定会从他的脚下消失。 There is a tower here where all must climb. It has at most one hundred levels. This tower is hollow. Once a person reaches the top of it, it falls and falls apart. But it’s hard for anyone to fall from that height. This is the destiny of everyone: if he reaches a certain level, he does not know in advance which level he stepped down from under his feet, as if it were the cover of a trap, and he vanished. It is only that he does not know whether it is twentieth or sixty-three, or which other level; what he does know is that one of the steps will surely disappear from his feet.