在备课维多利亚时期最好的一首诗“Dover Beach”最后几行又扎心了
the world, which seems/to lie before us like a land of dreams,/so various, so beautiful, so new,/hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,/nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;/and we are here as on a darkling plain/Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,/where ignorant armies clash by night. 好一个看似和实际上。