Published at January 3, 2020 · 1 min read
最近在读罗素写的西方哲学史,其中有一首关于酒神的诗 Will they ever come to me, ever again, The long long dances, On through the dark till the dim stars wane? Shall I feel the dew on my throat, and the stream Of wind in my hair? Shall our white feet gleam In the dim expanses? Oh, feet of a fawn to the greenwood fled,...