They must discover for themselves that all they have read and all they have been told are lies， lies， lies； and each discovery is another nail driven into the body on the cross of life. The strange thing is that each one who has gone through that bitter disillusionment adds to it in his turn， unconsciously， by the power within him which is stronger than himself.
以为青春是快乐的，这是一种错觉，是失去了青春的人的错觉。年轻人知道自己是不幸的，因为他们被灌输而来的、不切实际的理想充斥着，他们只要接触到现实，就会碰得头破血流。看起来他们就像是一场阴谋的牺牲品，因为他们读的书由于被精挑细选过而变得完美。长辈回忆往事时，隔了健忘这一层玫瑰色薄雾，用他们的话为年轻人准备了不真实的生活。
年轻人必须自己去发现，那些他们读来、听来的事情，全都是谎言、谎言、谎言。每一次这样的发现，都像是一根钉子，把身体钉在生活的十字架上。奇怪的是，每个人在？ 过这种苦涩的幻灭之后，因内心某种无法自已的力量，而无意识地为它继续增添幻觉。
青春不代表快乐，多少年轻人在理想与现实间奔波的时候碰得头破血流。青春虽拥有快乐，却也并不易。
两条道路
The Two Roads
[英国]约翰·罗斯金/John Ruskin
It was New Year' s Night. An aged man was standing at a window. He raised his mournful eyes towards the deep blue sky， where the stars were floating like white lilies on the surface of a clear calm lake. Then he cast them on the earth， where few more hopeless people than himself now moved towards their certain goal—the tomb. He had already passed sixty of the stages leading to it， and he had brought from his journey nothing but errors and remorse. Now his health was poor， his mind vacant， his heart sorrowful， and his old age short of comforts.