寒山唁

为了给我雁下不了手杀师尊找一个高大上的理由（滚）请出犹豫界的鼻祖哈姆雷特和他赫赫有名的生存还是毁灭的独白！虽然总觉得师尊对鸿儿说杀不了就自杀的话鸿儿说不定就一了百了地解决痛苦了，可惜师尊没给这个选择（咳

但是某种意义上用这段话来想象鸿儿挣扎于血海中的心境也毫无违和？是放手任由死亡作为最后的解脱，彻底告别命运的暴虐与尘世的痛苦，人世的鞭挞和讥嘲，被轻蔑的爱情的惨痛？还是因着对那不可知的国度的恐惧，继续忍受目前的折磨，而不至于永远驻留在那国度再也无法归来？

终究，此世，尚且有那一人，即使是只能远望起背影也抵得过千回百转的折磨。

To be, or not to be--that is the question:

Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer

The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune

Or to take arms against a sea of troubles

And by opposing end them. To die, to sleep--

No more--and by a sleep to say we end

The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks

That flesh is heir to. 'Tis a consummation

Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep--

To sleep--perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub,

For in that sleep of death what dreams may come

When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,

Must give us pause. There's the respect

That makes calamity of so long life.

For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,

Th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely

The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,

The insolence of office, and the spurns

That patient merit of th' unworthy takes,

When he himself might his quietus make

With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear,

To grunt and sweat under a weary life,

But that the dread of something after death,

The undiscovered country, from whose bourn

No traveller returns, puzzles the will,

And makes us rather bear those ills we have

Than fly to others that we know not of?

而最终正是过多的情感与权衡使人变为懦夫，消解了行动的决绝，纵然是伟大的事业，纵然是重如一国的筹码，在情感的考量中也失去了行动的意义。

选择的冲突，理性与情感的交错，直到生面的最后一刻恐怕都无法有正确的答案，或许唯一可以使一切尘埃落定的只有所谓天意。而在最终，故事里的王子到底还是以宿命论的姿态从容拥抱了死亡。

Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,

And thus the native hue of resolution

Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,

And enterprise of great pitch and moment

With this regard their currents turn awry

And lose the name of action. 

PS 不过我希望我雁不要是这种结局……