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早起健身回家的車上聽到的，莫名的情緒激動。我的所有旅行是不是都在嘗試逃避什麼？ And so when you read that famous line from Tennyson, the one the poem ends with, he says, made weak by time and fate, but strong in will to strive, to seek, to find and not to yield. You realize again, it’s not heroic. It is tragic. He is cursed. And the Stoics pitied these kinds of people, Seneca most of all. He talked about how many people travel, not unlike the man who is flipping his pillow over and over again, trying to find the cool side as he …