finished 《围城》by a miraculous effort (it got a a bit tedious to read towards the end), 钱钟书's sacarstic (even malicious) humour gets taxing to swallow as the story progresses. was a bit erbhz when the story kinda ended on a climax, thankfully his wife's mini 注文helped shed a bit of light. I guess itz true abt marriage being a 围城. in fact a lot of things in Life are. 90% of the time (being generous here), what we c is not what we get, n we most certainly do not get what we paid for. but we still go ahead anyway, just like how we always fall for those exaggerated TV commercials despite knowing they're most prob fake. I guess we all like to believe in smth, bcos not all of us can proclaim "绝望之为虚妄，正与希望相同" n "反抗绝望" just like 鲁迅.

这就是伟人与普通人的差别吧。