乔布斯传中第20章中的信
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We were on a bridge in Paris in the summer of 1985. It was overcast. We leaned against
the smooth stone rail and stared at the green water rolling on below. Your world had
cleaved and then it paused, waiting to rearrange itself around whatever you chose next. I
wanted to run away from what had come before. I tried to convince you to begin a new life
with me in Paris, to shed our former selves and let something else course through us. I
wanted us to crawl through that black chasm of your broken world and emerge, anonymous
and new, in simple lives where I could cook you simple dinners and we could be together
every day, like children playing a sweet game with no purpose save the game itself. I like to
think you considered it before you laughed and said “What could I do? I’ve made myself
unemployable.” I like to think that in that moment’s hesitation before our bold futures
reclaimed us, we lived that simple life together all the way into our peaceful old ages, with
a brood of grandchildren around us on a farm in the south of France, quietly going about
our days, warm and complete like loaves of fresh bread, our small world filled with the
aroma of patience and familiarity.
the smooth stone rail and stared at the green water rolling on below. Your world had
cleaved and then it paused, waiting to rearrange itself around whatever you chose next. I
wanted to run away from what had come before. I tried to convince you to begin a new life
with me in Paris, to shed our former selves and let something else course through us. I
wanted us to crawl through that black chasm of your broken world and emerge, anonymous
and new, in simple lives where I could cook you simple dinners and we could be together
every day, like children playing a sweet game with no purpose save the game itself. I like to
think you considered it before you laughed and said “What could I do? I’ve made myself
unemployable.” I like to think that in that moment’s hesitation before our bold futures
reclaimed us, we lived that simple life together all the way into our peaceful old ages, with
a brood of grandchildren around us on a farm in the south of France, quietly going about
our days, warm and complete like loaves of fresh bread, our small world filled with the
aroma of patience and familiarity.
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