What then should he choose?  Weight or lightness? 

Parmenides responded some twenty-six hundred years ago: light is positive, weight negative. 

Was he correct or not?

Maybe even before he makes his choice, he needs to confirm whether it was love.  Was it love?  The feeling to be so peaceful beside her might still be reasonable, while the feeling of wanting to die on her bed was clearly exaggerated: he had begun to know her no more than a couple of days!  Was it simply the hysteria of a man who, aware deep down of his inaptitude for love, felt the self-deluding need to simulate it? His unconscious was so cowardly that the best partner it could choose was someone who pratically had no chance to expose him to any  danger? 

Looking out over the window, he reslized that he had no idea whether it was hysteria or love. 

Is it better to be involved, or to remain alone?

There is no means of testing which option is better, 'cause there is no basis of comparison.  The first rehearsal for life is life itself.

Einmal ist keinmal, he said to himself.  Three years ago when he left her and the old continent behind him, he celebrated it the way others celebrate their reunion.  He understood that he was not born to live side by side with any woman and could be fully himself being  a bachelor.

He was distressed in a situation where a real man would instantly have known how to act.  After having thought of this, he realized that he was far from a responsible man, and that not knowing what he wanted was, actually, quite natural for him.     

                                               -- Milan Kundera

从前如不羁的风不爱生根
我说我最害怕誓盟
若为我痴心便定会伤心
我永是个暂时情人

曾扬言不羁的心只爱找开心
快慰过了便再独行
浪漫过一生尽力笑得真
掩饰空虚的心

你偏看透内心苦恼
你以爱将心中空隙修补
使这片风愿做你的俘虏

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如今这个浪人只想一生躺于你身边
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