The more value he creates, the more valueless, the more unworthy he becomes.
劳创造的价值越多,劳
身的价值就越贬值。
It was a self-absorption with no comfort, a demand for expression with no outlet, a sense of time rushing by, ceaselessly and wastefully—assuaged only by that conviction that there was nothing to waste, because all efforts and attainments were equally valueless.
这是一种没有安慰的我专注,一种没有出口的表达需求,一种时间在不停地、浪费地流逝的感觉——只有
没有什么可以浪费的信念所缓解,因
所有的努力和成就都同样没有价值。