IT WAS the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way- in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.
Charles Dickens 的《双城记》，开头如是说，这是最好的年代，这是最坏的年代。
今天到大众书局买了这本英文书，终于可以尝一尝经典的滋味。
"In this eternal current a boat floats...Oh to what foreign land do I sail?" - Rabindranath Tagore
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