钝感之爱

1.Kristen:Fooling ourselves?
Walter:At the heart of human interaction is the agreement that we're all going to fabricate.Which is to say,agree on ertain precepts we call truths,but would be utter nonsense to anyone not in the game.对于这个世界之外的人无疑于废话.

2.Daddy:Can't that be good?Not knowing?

3.Kristen:I become spiteful.I'm just as bad as they are.They?I'm-I'm worse.I fucking hate myself for it.I'm-I'm so fucking lonely.Why is the world so base?卑劣.Why is it so insensitive?迟钝.Why is it so selfish?自私.Why am I?为什么我是这样?

4.Walter:Even as we began to dismantle the very meaning of God,they ask "What is a life?".Does to live any longer have a how?Does it any longer have a why?

5.Mom:You think I am drinking too much?It's just wine mostly.大部分是葡萄酒.

6.Marcia:It's from Montaigne.是蒙田的话.I want death to find me planting my cabbages,careless of death,and still more,of my unfinished graden.在乎的是我未完的园艺.

教授最后的那段话，其中有部分可以作为他的最新反思。
先前用“大象”来比喻的人际交流，得到的回应是女学生展示用卷发棒烫伤自己以求得“专注”的痕迹，她一方面痛恨这个用devices来应对所有日常大小事的inhuman的时代，一方面又痛恨自己无法和这个时代的他人交流。
achingly alone 因为并非无心交流，而是交流无能无力
finally alone，因为科技扫荡先前的体系，便利的日常早就了交流的假象
至于beautifully，他把它放在定语的第一位，这本身就让孤独的本质尽显无遗

At the outset of a century that would constitute the bloodiest in human history. Along with scientific and technological advancements that would literally make us like Gods. Even as we began to dismantle the very meaning of God. They ask, what is a life? Does to live any longer have a how? Does it any longer have a why? Against a backdrop of industrialization, people will contend with alienation, dislocation, population on a mass scale, and murder on a mass scale. They'll consider the constraints of truth. Whether metaphor or paradigm, with many concluding actual truth has never existed. A nexus in the great human saga, when we dared to trade the organizing bliss, of good and evil, right and wrong, as determined by a creator for other opiates: communism, socialism, capitalism, psychology, technology, any learnable system to replace what had begun to evaporate: the 20th century. My own. But also the one into which each of you was born. For many, an era of hope liberation, possibility. For others of abandonment and despair. A most human century in which we begin really to understand that Nietzsche was right: we are beautifully, finally, achingly, alone. In this void, philosophy at its worst becomes self-reflective, linguistic, semantic, relativism having rendered any discussion of right and wrong, good and evil, to be the quaint concerns of another age. At its most provocative, it asks other questions. Those concerned with locating our stranded selves, when meaning seems to have died, nothing less, in short, then 'why do we live at all?' and 'what makes us who we are?' They ask, 'what now?' And we're still asking it. What will fortify us as another century, your century, commences? Do we abandon finally the search for truths that seem ever more elusive, even silly to some? The ethical? The moral? The good? Principles that by definition can never be prove when so much now can be proved? Or is all this finally and forever pointless? Are we done? We can destroy cities, alter the planet irreversibly, speak instantaneously face-to-face from across the globe, create life where there was to be none, even while intoxicating ourselves with it all. And yet, how do we still seek purpose? And where do we hope to find it if we're so busy convincing ourselves there needn't be any? And so we wander, eyes closed to the dark, while technology, science, medicine and godlessness blaze illusions around us, with less to guide us now than ever, seemingly omnipotent, but more human and just as afraid. These quandaries do not end with this course in a week from today. They begin. And I certainly haven't taught these writers for 30 years just so you can drop references to existential thinkers and their antecedents at dinner parties. The crowd is untruth. In an era darkened by the false shade of imperviousness, you and those who pause to question, carry the light. It's been a wonderful 34 years. Let's not be strangers, either to one another, or more importantly, to everything we've learned from one another. May your best years be yet to come. And so for us all.

学者在我看来，是要学富五经，满腹车轮的，讲话时候要引用别人的话的。好玩。
What if you’re fooling yourself?
In this void, philosophy at its worst becomes self-reflective
We are beautifully, finally, achingly alone. Nietzsche
The crowd is untruth, in an era darkened by the false shade of imperviousness, you and those who pause to question carry the light.
May your best years be yet to come. And so for us all.
I want possibility.
Montaigne
I want death to find me planting my cabbages, careless of death, and still more, of my unfinished garden.
Why should philosophy in any form be different?
Because ultimately who really cares?
Everyone, regardless of how few want to try to understand it, which is why I have spent my life gorgeously and so can you.