Chapter 78 Burrow (2)

I'm very skilled at doing this kind of investigation, and it probably won't be long before I can start right away.Although there are other matters ahead, this is the most urgent matter, and there should be silence in my passage.But the sound didn't matter much.It must have been there when I got back, but I didn't even hear it.I have to be fully familiar with the situation here before I can hear it, almost only the ears of the cave owner can hear it.Instead of the constant continuation of the sound, as it usually does, there were long intervals, evidently caused by obstruction of the air flow.I started to investigate, but I couldn't find the key places. I dug some places, but it was just random luck.Of course, there is no result in this way. A lot of labor has been spent on excavation, and more labor has been paid on backfilling and leveling, but all are in vain.I never approached the source of the sound, it was always faint, with regular intervals, hissing and whistling.Yeah, I can ignore it for the time being, although it is very intrusive, the sound source I imagine is almost unquestionable, that is to say, it will hardly be enhanced, and the opposite may be the case- Of course I've never waited so long before—the sound will fade away on its own after a while as the little fellows keep digging, and besides, a chance will often make it easy for me to discover The slightest trace of such interference, while systematically looking for it, may turn up nothing for a long time.I comfort myself like this, I want to continue to walk in the passage, look at the nests, there are many of them I have not seen, I always want to play in the fort for a while during this time, but the sound does not let go Over me, I must keep looking.So much time, so much time, that could have been put to better use, wasted on that litter.It is generally technical matters that attract me in such cases, as I imagine the cause in terms of all its nuances that my ears can discern and sounds that I can accurately record, and I am anxious to check that this matches the truth.As long as there's something undecided here, I have every reason to feel unsafe, even if it's just about figuring out where a grain of sand that falls on the cave wall is going to roll.And such a voice is by no means insignificant in this regard.Yet, important or not, however hard I searched, I found nothing, or rather, I found too much.This must have happened in my favorite den, I thought, I walked quite a distance from there, almost halfway to the next den, it was just a joke, as if I wanted to prove that it was definitely not just my favorite den. My beloved nest gave me this disturbance, but other places have it too.I smiled and started to listen carefully, but quickly stopped smiling because it was true that there was the same hissing sound here.Sometimes I think there is nothing, no one can hear but me, of course I can hear more and more clearly now with my more practiced ears, although I can be sure by comparison that this sound is actually everywhere.You don't have to listen close to the wall, just focus and listen in the middle of the passage to hear it, and it's not enhanced.It was only with great effort, that is, with concentration, that I could hear, or rather guess, that occasionally the sound was a little louder.But it was precisely the sameness everywhere that disturbed me the most, since it did not correspond to what I had originally conjectured.I should have correctly guessed the cause of this sound, it should have come from somewhere extremely strong and then weakened, and this place should have been found.If my explanation doesn't fit the facts, what else?There is also a possibility that this sound has two centers, until now I have only listened far away from the center, and when I approach one center, although its sound is enhanced, it is weakened due to the sound of the other center , so the overall effect is always essentially the same for the ear.I almost thought that, by listening carefully, I could already discern the difference in the sound, which, though vague, fit the new conjecture.In any case, my test area can't be as small as it is today, it has to be greatly expanded.So I went down that passage, all the way to the fort, and started listening there. — Strange, the same voice is heard here too.Well, it's a sound made by some insignificant animals digging up the dirt, taking advantage of my absence in disgraceful ways, at least they have no intention of targeting me, they're just doing their job, as long as I know all this, and yet I do not understand, I am disturbed, that they dare to approach my fortress, which is necessary in this work. Indispensable judgment was muddled.I don't want to decide in this respect: whether this is at least the depth at which the fortress is, whether its huge size and corresponding strong currents scare off the diggers, or whether this is the fortress at all. The fact that some information has penetrated their blunted senses?At least until now, I have not observed traces of digging in the walls of the fortress.Although large numbers of animals are lured by strong smells, and this is my regular hunting ground, they have burrowed into my passages somewhere above, and then descended into these passages, although disturbed, but suffered. strong temptation.So they also drilled holes in the tunnel.At least I should have carried out the most important projects of my youth and early middle age, or rather I should have had the strength to carry them out, for it was not without the will.One of my favorite projects in those days was to separate the fort from the surrounding soil, that is to say, to leave its walls only as thick as my height, and then to leave behind, up, down, left, and right sides of the fort, except for one It is a pity that outside the small base that cannot be separated from the soil, a cavity as big as the wall of the fortress is built.I've always imagined this void -- probably almost unreasonably -- as the prettiest settlement I could possibly have.Hanging on this arch, climbing up, sliding down, somersaults, and landing on the ground, all these games are played on the fort, which is not its proper space.If a fortress had but a common, open entrance, it would be impossible to avoid it, to rest the eye from it, to postpone the joy of seeing it to a later moment, impossible Hold it tightly between the paws, but have to leave it.But the main thing is to be able to take care of it and make up for the insufficiency caused by not being able to see it. Therefore, if I can choose a place of residence between a fortress and a cave, then I will definitely choose the cave for my whole life, and walk back and forth there forever to guard fortress.If this is the case, there will be no such sound in the cave wall, and no one will have the audacity to dig to the edge of the nest, and the tranquility there will be guaranteed, and I will be its defender, and I will listen to those little things digging holes. I was not disgusted at the time, but fascinated, and what I don't notice at all now is that there is also a rustling in the stillness of the fortress.

But all those good things are gone now, and I have to go about my business, and I can hardly help being glad that the work I do now directly involves the fort, because it inspires me.It became clearer and clearer that I was going to devote all my strength to what at first seemed a trivial task.Now I am listening to the cave walls of the fortress.Wherever I was, whether high or low, whether against the wall or the ground, whether at the mouth of the cave or inside it, wherever I was, I heard the same sound everywhere.How much time and energy it takes to listen to this intermittent sound for a long time.If I like, I can also find a small consolation to deceive myself, that is, in the fortress, if the ear is off the ground, I can't hear anything, because the size of the fortress is different from that in the passage.Just for rest and thinking, I try this from time to time. I listen hard, but I can't hear anything. I'm very happy.Also, what the hell happened?My first few explanations for this phenomenon were useless.But I had to deny the other explanations presented before me.I could think that what I heard was the sound of those little guys at work.But this seems to go against all experience.There are voices that I have never heard, although they have always been there, and it is impossible for me to start hearing them all of a sudden.I may become more sensitive to distractions in the burrow as I get older, but my hearing is by no means getting better.Their voices could not be heard, which is the characteristic of those little things.Have I tolerated them before?I should have eradicated them at the risk of starvation.But maybe so, the idea crept into my head that the noise was made by an animal I knew nothing about.That might be it.Although I have observed the underground life for a long time, and I am very serious, but this world is rich and colorful, and there are unexpected and bad things.But that's not going to be just one animal, there must be a whole herd of them, and they're breaking into my territory, it's a whole bunch of little animals, though they're stronger than the litter because you can hear their voices, but they're just a little more protruding Because they work very quietly.Maybe it's animals I don't know, a pack of roaming animals, they're just passing by, they're bothering me, but their line is coming to an end.If this is the case, I can wait and don't have to do anything superfluous.But if it's a strange animal, why can't I see them?I have dug many ditches to catch one of them, but I have found none.It occurred to me that maybe it was very, very small animals, much smaller than I knew, and they just made a lot more noise.So I searched among the dug-ups, and I tossed the clods in the air, and they fell and broke, but the noise-maker wasn't down there.I gradually realized that digging small ditches randomly like this can't achieve any purpose. I just dug the walls of my cave in a mess. After filling it up, mounds of soil have been piled up in many places, blocking both the road and the line of sight.Of course, all this is also disturbing to me, now I can neither walk around, nor look around, nor rest, I often fall asleep while digging in a hole, but only for a while, one paw is still digging. Into the soil above, I was trying to pick a piece from there before I fell asleep.Now I'm going to change my approach a bit.I'm going to dig a really big hole in the direction of the sound, and keep digging, without relying on any theory, until I find the real cause of the sound.If I have the ability I will clear them, if not, at least I have a clear answer.This kind of answer either brings me comfort or despair, but in any case, whether it is the former or the latter, there is no doubt that it is well-founded.This decision made me feel better.I feel like everything I've done before that has been rushed.I'm still in the excitement of returning, haven't lost the worries of the world outside the cave, haven't fully adapted to the tranquility of the cave, have become overly sensitive from having to leave it for a long time, and are therefore confused by a phenomenon that I consider to be strange. at a loss.what exactly is it?A soft hiss heard at long intervals, something insignificant that might get used to it, I hate to say it.No, it's impossible to get used to, but it's possible to watch it without doing anything about it—for a while, that is, listening to it every few hours and patiently noting the results, but before that I was walking along the hole. Bi rubbed his ears back and forth, digging up the dirt almost as soon as he heard the sound, not to find anything, but to do something corresponding to his inner anxiety.I wish it was different now.I don't want to be different, I close my eyes and tell myself this to my stomach, because this anxiety has been trembling in my heart for hours, and if reason didn't stop me, I might just casually Digging numbly and persistently somewhere, just for digging, it doesn't matter whether you can hear something there, almost the same as those little guys, they are either digging unconsciously, or just to gnaw the soil.This sane new plan was both alluring and not alluring to me.Nothing can be an argument against it, at least I can't find an argument against it, and as far as I understand it, it certainly leads to the goal.Still, I don't believe in it at all, I don't believe in it so much that I don't have the slightest fear of what disasters it might have in its consequences, I don't even believe in its dire consequences.Yes, I think, I thought of this persistent digging just as soon as the sound came out, and just because I didn't believe in it, it didn't start until now.Even so, of course I will start digging in this way, I have no other choice, but not immediately, I will put the work back a little.If sanity is to be respected, then this will happen quite naturally, and I don't have to devote myself to the work.In any case I will assess the damage to the burrow from my digging beforehand, it will take some time, but it is necessary.If this new excavation does lead to some destination, it seems to be a long time to dig, and if it leads to no destination at all, it will be endlessly dug, and doing this kind of work means at least leaving the hole. For a longer period of time, but not as bad as being in the world outside the cave, I can stop what I am doing at any time and go home to have a look, and even if I don't, the air of the fortress will float towards me, enveloping the surrounding world. I work, but it still means leaving the burrow and surrendering myself to an uncertain fate, so I want the burrow to keep everything normal behind me, and if I, who fight for its tranquility, disturb it Not restoring it immediately, that's not okay.So I started filling the holes with soil, a job I'm very familiar with, I've done it countless times without even realizing it was work, and I can do it really well, especially the final compaction And flat, this is by no means naked boasting, it is what it is.However, this time I found it very difficult, my attention was too distracted, I put my ears on the cave wall and listened carefully while I was working, and indifferently let the soil I just pushed up slide down the slope again on my body.As for the final decorating job I can hardly do it because it requires more concentration.The ugly bulges and unsightly cracks are still there, let alone restore the original arc of the cave wall repaired in this way.I try to comfort myself in this way, this is just a temporary job.When I come back in the future, if peace is regained, I will improve all this thoroughly, and then it will all be done very quickly.Yes, everything in fairy tales flies, and this kind of comfort belongs to fairy tales.Better to get a flawless job done right now than to interrupt it repeatedly and run around the aisle to identify new sources of sound, which are really easy, because there's no need to stand anywhere but stand up Listen with your ears, you don't have to do anything anymore.I've also made some other useless discoveries.Sometimes I feel that the sound seems to stop, but it is actually a long pause, and sometimes I don't hear the hissing sound, and the thumping sound of my own blood in my ears is too loud, so the two pauses fit together. And for one, for a moment I thought the hissing had stopped forever.I stopped listening, I jumped up, and my whole life was changing radically, as if that spring had opened and the silence of the burrow was gushing out of it.I avoided verifying this discovery right away. I wanted to find someone I could trust and entrust him to verify it first, so I ran quickly to the fort, because everything in me had awakened to a new life, and I remembered what I had been. I hadn’t eaten for a long time, so I pulled out something from the reserve that was almost buried in the ground, and ate it hungrily. At the same time, I quickly returned to the place where I found this unbelievable thing. To confirm this again by the way, just roughly, I listened, but at the first glance I understood that I had made a damning mistake, and there was still an undeniable hiss in the distance.I spat out the food and wanted to trample it in the ground and get back to my work without knowing what to do.In some place that seemed to be in dire need of work--and there are plenty of such places--I began to mechanically find some work, as if the overseer had come and I had to play him a trick.But I've just been doing this for a while, and I might make a new discovery.The sound seemed to grow louder, not by much, and I'm always talking about the slightest difference, but even if it was a little louder, my ears could clearly distinguish it.This louder sound seems to mean that the distance is getting closer, which is much clearer than hearing the sound increase. I really saw its getting closer and closer.I jumped away from the wall, trying to see at a glance all the possibilities that led to this discovery.I realized as if I had never really set up anything in the hole to defend against an attack, I had the intention, but I felt the danger of an attack against all experience of life, so there was no defense—or not. (How is this possible!) But the level is far inferior to the facilities for peaceful living, so peaceful living facilities have priority everywhere in the cave.It is inexplicably neglected that many facilities could have been built on the defensive side without affecting the basic plan.I've had a lot of luck in all these years, and it's spoiled me, and I've had restlessness, but restlessness when lucky doesn't lead to anything.

The first thing to do now is to look at the burrow from the point of view of defense and all the possibilities of defense imaginable, draw up a plan of defense and a corresponding construction plan, and immediately go to work as vigorously as a boy.This is urgent work, which, by the way, is of course too late, but it is urgent work, by no means digging a big research trench, which is really only for one purpose, namely, to leave me defenseless. to look out for that danger with all your might, and foolishly worry that if you let the danger come by itself it might not come soon enough.Suddenly I couldn't understand my previous planning.I can't find an ounce of wisdom in my previous wise planning, I stop what I'm doing, I don't listen anymore, and now I don't want to discover new sound enhancements, I'm tired of finding , I gave up everything, if I could calm down the inner conflict I would be satisfied.I wandered down the passage again, farther and farther, into passages unseen from my return, untouched by my digging paws, their silence awakened upon my arrival, Come down from above me.I didn't linger, I walked through it quickly, I didn't know what I was looking for, maybe I was just killing time.I walked in a daze, and finally came to the labyrinth. The idea of ​​listening to the lichen cover tempted me. Things so far away, so far away at this moment, I became interested in them.I squeezed up to listen.Deep silence.It's so beautiful here, no one outside takes care of my burrow, everyone is busy with their own business, which has nothing to do with me, how did I achieve such success.Next to the lichen cover is now probably the only place in the burrow where I can't hear that sound for hours.Contrary to the situation inside the cave, the previously dangerous place has become a peaceful place, while the fortress has become a noisy and dangerous world.What's worse, it's actually not very peaceful here, nothing has changed here, whether it's quiet or noisy, the danger lurks on the lichen as before, but I'm no longer sensitive to this danger, the hissing in the cave wall The hiss wears me out.I'm exhausted by it?It's getting stronger, it's getting closer, and I'm winding my way through the maze, resting under the lichen on top, which is almost as if I've given up my home to the hissing thing, I'm content just to be quiet for a moment on this.Maybe I have some new idea about the cause of this sound?Maybe it's the sound of the ditch the little guys dug?Isn't that my clear opinion?I don't seem to have given up on it yet.If it didn't come directly from those gutters, it came from there somehow indirectly.If it had nothing to do with the gutter, then there was probably nothing to assume right now, and one had to wait until the cause was perhaps found, or until the cause revealed itself.Of course it is still possible to play the hypothetical game now, for example, let's say that water seeps in somewhere in the distance, and what I thought was a whistling or hissing sound is actually a rushing sound.If you don't take into account my inexperience in this area - as soon as I found groundwater, I immediately lured it away, and it never appeared in this sandy soil - it is still a hissing sound, and it is impossible to explain it. into a buzzing sound.No matter how much I remind myself to be still, the imagination just won't rest, and I'm still guessing—no point in denying it to myself—that the hissing sound comes from an animal, namely Say, not from many small animals, but from one large animal.There are also some things that are wrong, such as this sound can be heard everywhere, always the same size, and it is very regular whether it is day or night.Of course, the hypothesis of many small animals should have been favored in the first place, but since my excavations should have found them and found nothing, I was left with the hypothesis of one large animal, and more importantly, it seems Circumstances that do not conform to this assumption do not exclude the existence of the animal, but make him more dangerous than any imaginable.For this reason alone I resist the assumption.I'm going to put aside this self-deception.I have been thinking for a long time that the reason I can hear that sound even at a long distance is that he is working hard, drilling in the ground is as fast as walking in an unobstructed passage. Trembling, when he passed by, the aftershocks and the sound of work merged together in the distance. All I heard was the aftermath of this sound when it was about to disappear, so it was the same everywhere.The same thing was done, the animal was not coming towards me, so the sound did not change, and there was a plan to be sure of it which I couldn't see, I was only speculating--I'm very bad at that. Willing to assert - this animal knows me, he's blocking me, maybe he's circled my burrow several times since I've observed it. - As a result of a lot of thinking I decided on the type of sound, hiss or whistle.If I scraped and scratched the dirt my way, it sounded something else entirely.I can only explain this hissing sound to myself by saying that the animal's main tool is not his perhaps only auxiliary claws, but his mouth or proboscis, which, of course, besides being extremely powerful, probably also Sharper.Probably all it takes is one jab and his long nose digs into the earth to scoop up a big clump, and I can't hear anything during that time, and that's the pause, and then he's inhaling for another prick.This inhalation must have been a earth-shattering noise, not only because of the animal's immense strength, but also because of his anxiety and work ethic, which struck me as a hiss.However, I still can't understand his ability to work continuously, maybe there are short breaks in the short intervals, but obviously he hasn't had a real long rest. He digs around the clock and keeps the same His strength and energy, with a plan in mind that should be carried out as soon as possible, he has all the powers to carry out this plan.I could not have expected such an opponent.But apart from his characteristics, what is happening now is exactly what I should have been worried about, what I should have been taking precautions against: Someone is approaching!How did it take so long for everything to be quiet and peaceful before?The enemy swaggers round my property, who controls their course?Why am I so frightened?What are all the little dangers I've spent so much time thinking about before, compared with this one!Am I the owner of this burrow hoping to outwit anyone who might come in?Precisely as the owner of this sensitive large cave system, I am powerless to resist all fierce attacks.The luck of the owner of the burrow has spoiled me, the sensibility of the burrow has made me sensitive, and it hurts me as if it hurt me.This is what I should have expected, not only my own defense--I've done it so perfunctorily to no avail--but the defense of the burrow.Precautions must first be taken against this, and individual parts of the burrow, probably many individual parts, should be able to be effectively separated from those less damaged parts by filling them with large quantities of earth. The separation and filling must be completed in the shortest possible time, so that the attacker cannot know that the real hole is behind it.Also, the caulking should be suitable not only for concealing the burrow, but also for burying attackers.I didn't start anything like that, I didn't do anything, nothing happened in this respect, I used to be like a child without worries, I played children's games through my prime, and I didn't even think about the dangers. Just playing games, and seriously thinking about the real danger makes me ignore it.

It was not without warning before. Never before, however, had anything of this magnitude ever occurred, though it was a common occurrence in the first days of the burrow.The main difference is precisely that, those were the first days of burrowing... At that time I was really a little apprentice, building the first passage, the labyrinth had just had a rough design, I had made a small nest, but in the In terms of scale and the treatment of the cave walls it completely failed.In short, everything in the beginning can only be tried, only as something that can be thrown away suddenly and without regret once the patience is lost.Then it happened: Once, during a break from work--I've always been resting too much at work all my life--I was lying among the mounds, when suddenly I heard a sound in the distance.As young as I was, it frightened me and made me even more curious, and I stopped what I was doing to listen carefully, and I listened anyway, not going up under the lichen and stretching, I had to listen .At least I'm listening carefully.I could quite clearly make out the sound of the hole being punched, as if I was punching too, maybe a little softer, but how far away I don't know.I was nervous, but also calm.Probably when I arrived at someone’s cave, I thought, the owner of the cave was running towards me through the cave.If this assumption proves to be true, then I'm off to dig holes elsewhere, because I've never been possessive, or rather aggressive.But of course, I was young, I didn't have a hole, and I was able to keep my composure.Even the ensuing course of that incident didn't particularly disturb me, it's just that it wasn't easy to talk about it.If the dude that drills over there is really coming my way, it's because he heard me drill, and if he changes direction -- which is what's happening now -- it's because I work At the break he lost his aim, or rather, because he changed his intentions, though it was not certain whether he changed direction.But maybe I was completely mistaken, his direction was never directly on me, anyway the sound intensified for a while, it seemed to be getting closer.I was young then, and I probably wouldn't have been displeased if I'd seen that hole-puncher popping out of the dirt, but it didn't happen.I don't know from which moment, the sound of drilling the hole began to weaken, getting lower and lower, as if he gradually changed the original direction, and then the sound stopped abruptly, as if at this time he chose the completely opposite direction and left directly. I have gone far here.I listened to him for a long time in silence before I resumed my work.Yes, the warning was clear enough, but I quickly forgot about it, and it had little effect on my tunneling plans.

From then to now is my middle age.But is there nothing during this period?And I always take long breaks while I work, and I'm listening on the side of the cave, and the guy who made the hole changed his mind lately, and turned around again, and he came back after a walk, and he must think , The time he left for me is enough for me to prepare for him.But all my preparations in this regard are not as good as back then. The huge hole is there without any defense. At my beck and call, but no matter how old I feel, I wish I were older than I am, too old to rise from my perch under the lichen.In fact I couldn't bear it any longer here, and I got up and ran down to the house as fast as I could, as if what I found here was not a quiet, but a stomach full of new worries. ——How did those things end up?Has the hissing sound subsided?No, it's bigger.I listened to ten places at random, and found that this was obviously an illusion, and the hissing sound remained unchanged.Nothing changed over there, the guys over there were calm and calm and didn't care about the time, but every moment here shook me listening.I had another long walk back to the fort, and I felt that everything around me seemed uneasy, as if everything was staring at me, but then looked away so as not to disturb me, but desperately trying to get out of my attitude. See life-saving decisions in it.I shook my head, I didn't decide anything.Nor was it my plan to go to the fort.I passed by where I was supposed to dig the research hole, I looked it over again, it was a good spot, it should have been dug in this direction, where most of the small ventilation channels are going to be in It greatly reduces my labor, maybe I don't have to dig far at all, maybe I don't have to dig to the source of the sound at all, maybe it's enough to stick it on the air duct and listen carefully.However, these thoughts were not strong enough to encourage me to make this hole.Will hitting this hole give me confidence?I've gotten to the point where I don't want to have faith at all.I picked out a large piece of skinned red meat in the fortress and took it to hide in a mound, and if there was silence here, it was there.I licked and ate at that piece of meat, imagining the strange animal making its way in the distance, and thinking that I should eat my reserves while I could.The latter is probably the only plan I have worked out that will work.Also, I'd like to speculate about the animal's plans.Is he roaming or fixing his own hole?If roaming, it might still be possible to come to an understanding with him.If he does drive the hole all the way to me, then I'll give him some of my reserves, and he'll be gone.Yes, he will go.In my mound of earth, of course I can dream anything, even dreams of forgiveness, although I know very well that there will be no such thing, as long as we see each other, or even have a premonition that the other is nearby, Immediately we would lose our minds, immediately feel a new kind of hunger, although we were full before, neither of us would advance, neither of us would lag behind, grinning at the other at the same time, shining brightly. Claw out.And even that was perfectly reasonable, for who in the face of this burrow could not change his travel plans—even if he was roaming—and future plans?But maybe the animal is burrowing in its own hole, and then I don't even have to dream of forgiveness.Even if it was a special animal, even if his hole tolerated a neighbor, mine couldn't, at least not an audible neighbor.Of course, the animal seems to be far away now, as long as he moves back a little bit, the sound will probably disappear, and then maybe everything will be as good as before, then this is just a dangerous experience, but also A hugely rewarding experience that will prompt me to do various remodels.If I am calm and calm, if the danger is not directly threatening, then I can definitely do all kinds of beautiful jobs.There seemed to be a multitude of possibilities that the animal was so capable of labor that he might forego extending his burrow in the direction of my house, and be compensated in the other direction.当然这不可能通过谈判来实现，只能通过那只动物自己的理智，或是通过我这一方施加的压力。在这两种情况下起决定作用的都是，这只动物是否知道我的情况以及知道些什么。我在这方面考虑得越多，我就越是觉得这只动物不可能听到我的声音。可能是这样，他曾听到过关于我的什么消息，但他大概没听到我的声音，尽管这对我来说是无法想象的。只要我对他一无所知，他就根本不可能听到我的声音，因为我一直保持着寂静，有什么会比重见地洞更加寂静。那就是在我试探着打洞时，他也许能听见我的声音，尽管我打洞的方式发出的噪声很少。不过他若听到了我的声音，我肯定会有所察觉，他至少得放下活仔细地听。 ——然而一切如故。 ...