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prelude里作者说得没错，整个故事其实就是一篇高度改编的自传，是对prelude里提及的一切的扩写。 Wilbur一生被love&common decency困扰，对前者的抗拒和对后者的遵从看似对立，实则融为一体。 Cos though as Eliza put it: saying 'i love u' is like pointing a gun against one's head,in effect, when they were together, they were one, one heart, one mind, there's no need to speak of love. And when they got seperated, there was simply no trait to be loved within Betty&Bobby Brown. Gone the king&queen of our little apple astroid, gone our private Arcadia… I don't believe in love, and yet here i am in this supernova-lit night, hearing&saying love in the most primitive form, our coded sonnet. I still don't believe in love, but i believe in that shadowless night. When one's deprived of home, he is made into a wanderer. Like the after-war generation, like Wilbur here. Building extended families seems to be a national Utopia act, but it's actually a withheld cry coming out of deep personal losses. And it's definitely different from LeGuin's The Dispossessed. The 'Utopia' here is far from a salvation, instead even becoming the cause of mafia, cult, new war&slavery(…),which only left us with a president with no one to represent, a king with no land to rule, just typical old poops trying to kiss the last lingering shadow of their former selves. So maybe yes, 'history is merely a list of surprises'. Delicately patterned and laughably meaningless. Maybe afterlife is just a Turkey Farm, repetitive and boring to stiff. Maybe all of this is just a 'spooky poetry'. But after all, we deserve our own Odyssey. We deserve an eventful journey full of tragedies&comedies, like Melody, and an ideal ending, like Wilbur, standing among a thousand glowing candles—'as though i was God, up to my knees in the Milky Way'. Hi ho.