“Between a high, solid wall and an egg that breaks against it, I will always stand on the side of the egg.”
“在一座高大堅實的牆和與之相撞的雞蛋之間,我永遠都站在雞蛋的一側”。
“Yes, no matter how right the wall may be and how wrong the egg, I will stand with the egg. Someone else will have to decide what is right and what is wrong; perhaps time or history will do it. But if there were a novelist who, for whatever reason, wrote works standing with the wall, of what value would such works be?”
“是的,無論牆是多麽的正確,雞蛋是多麽地錯誤,我都站在雞蛋的一側。其他人可能會判斷誰是誰非,也許時間或歷史會來判斷。但是,如果一個小說家無論因何種原因站在牆的一側來創造,那麽他的作品的價值何在呢?”
“But this is not all. It carries a deeper meaning. Think of it this way. Each of us is, more or less, an egg. Each of us is a unique, irreplaceable soul enclosed in a fragile shell. This is true of me, and it is true of each of you. And each of us, to a greater or lesser degree, is confronting a high, solid wall. The wall has a name: it is “The System.” The System is supposed to protect us, but sometimes it takes on a life of its own, and then it begins to kill us and cause us to kill others–coldly, efficiently, systematically.”
“但是,並不僅僅是這些。它還有更深一層的含義,我們來這樣考慮一下,我們中的每一個人或多或少都是一個雞蛋。我們中的每一個人都是存在於一個脆弱 外殼中唯一的、不可替代的靈魂。我也一樣,對你們中的每一個人也一樣。並且,我們中的每一個人在某種程度上也面臨著一堵高大堅實的牆。這個牆有一個名字: 那就是“體制”。這個體制本來是要保護我們的,但是有時候它會呈現出它自己的一面,然後就開始殘殺我們,並使我們去殘殺他人——冷酷、有效、系統地殘殺。”