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我写的双语小说《好运的代价》The Cost of Fortune对于一个始终精于计算概率与后果、一直都在规避风险的棱角、宁愿选择无菌般安全的已知也不愿坠入令人眩晕的未知的人来说，这股突如其来的异样冲动——从灵魂深处某个长久沉睡的角落翻涌而起——更像是一种缴械投降，而非一次自主选择；它既是危险的愚行，又是奇异的甜蜜沉溺，一种暗示着毁灭的甘美。于是，十年来第一次，他迟到了五分钟，腕表的指针滴答作响，仿佛在对他心中那场无声的反叛发出控诉。For a man whose entire existence had been a meticulous calculus of probability and consequence—a life spent sidestepping the jagged edges of chance, preferring the sterile safety of the known to the intoxicating vertigo of the unknown—this sudden, foreign impulse, rising unbidden from some long-dormant chamber of his soul, felt less like a choice and more like a surrender; it was at once a perilous folly and a strangely saccharine indulgence, a sweetness that hinted at ruin. And so, for the first time in a decade, he arrived five minutes late, the hands of his watch ticking an accusation against the quiet rebellion of his heart.
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