忽爾想起D.H. Lawrence Lady Chatterley’s Lover的一段，正好借以聊抒己意，遂把該句節錄於後。
Ours is essentially a tragic age, so we refuse to take it tragically. The cataclysm has happened, we are among the ruins, we start to build up new little habits, to have new little hopes. It is rather hard work: there is now no smooth road into the future; but we go round, or scrumble over the obstacles. We’ve got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen.