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第七集Ford的一段很震撼的台词

I read a theory once...that the human intellect was like peacock feathers. Just an extravagant display intended to attract a mate. All of art, literature, a bit of Mozart, William Shakespeare, Michelangelo, and the Empire State Building...just an elaborate mating ritual. Maybe it doesn't matter that we have accomplished so much for the basest of reasons. But, of course, the peacock can barely fly. It lives in the dirt, pecking insects from the muck, consoling itself with its great beauty.

我曾看过一个理论...人类的智慧，就像孔雀的羽毛。不过是以求偶为目的的，一种浮夸的炫耀。所有的艺术和文学，莫扎特，莎士比亚，米开朗琪罗，甚至帝国大厦，都不过是一场精心策划的求偶仪式。也许根本无所谓，我们在如此原始的动机的驱使下，却获得了数之不尽的收获。但是，当然了，孔雀终究无法飞翔。它生活在肮脏的尘土里，靠啄食烂泥中的昆虫为生，并且用它无与伦比的美貌，自我安慰，自欺欺人。