Anton Chekhov
"The Stories told of the immorality in such places as Yalta are to a
great extent untrue; he despised them, and knew that such stories
were for the most part made up by persons who wold themselves
have been glad to sin if they had been able...."
"Believe me, believe me, I beseech you..." she said. "I love apure,
honest life, and sin is loathsome to me...."
"He had to lives: one, open, seen and known by all who cared to
know, full of relative truth and of relative falsehood, exactly like
the lives of his friends and acquintances; and another life running
its course in secret."
"Why did she love him so much? He always seemed to women
different from what he was, and they loved in him not himself,
but the man created by their imagination, whom they had been
eagerly seeking in their lives; and afterwards, when they noticed
thier mistake, they loved him all the same. And not one of them
had been happy with him."
所以真實是什麼呢？
We can live under illusion; I guess that would be easier.