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The bird with the thorn in its breast, it follows an immutable law; it is driven by it knows not what to impale itself, and die singing. 

At the very instant the thorn enters there is no awareness in it of the dying to come; it simply sings and sings until there is not the life left to utter another note. 

But we, when we put the thorns in our breasts, we know. 

We understand. And still we do it. Still we do it.


                                               ——The Thorn Bird








鸟儿胸前带着荆棘,它遵循着一个不可改变的法则。她被不知其名的东西刺穿身体,被驱赶着,歌唱着死去。

在那荆棘刺进的一瞬,她没有意识到死之将临。她只是唱着、唱着,直到生命耗尽,再也唱不出一个音符。

但是,当我们把荆棘扎进胸膛时,我们是知道的,我们是明明白白的。然而,我们却依然要这样做,我们依然把棘刺扎进胸膛。

                                               ——《荆棘鸟》

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