作者：伯特蘭·羅素
方舟子譯 （感謝賢傳、燕思的潤(rùn)色）
有三種簡(jiǎn)單然而無(wú)比強(qiáng)烈的激情左右了我的一生：對(duì)
愛(ài)的渴望，對(duì)知識(shí)的探索和對(duì)人類苦難的難以忍受的憐憫。
這些激情象颶風(fēng)，無(wú)處不在、反復(fù)無(wú)常地吹拂著我，吹過(guò)
深重的苦海，瀕于絕境。
我尋找愛(ài)，首先是因?yàn)樗谷诵淖砩衩裕@種陶醉是
如此的美妙，使我愿意犧牲所有的余生去換取幾個(gè)小時(shí)這
樣的欣喜。我尋找愛(ài)，還因?yàn)樗獬陋?dú)，在可怕的孤獨(dú)
中，一顆顫抖的靈魂從世界的邊緣看到冰冷、無(wú)底、死寂
的深淵。最后，我尋找愛(ài)，還因?yàn)樵趷?ài)的交融中，神秘
而又具體而微地，我看到了圣賢和詩(shī)人們想象出的天堂的
前景。這就是我所尋找的，而且，雖然對(duì)人生來(lái)說(shuō)似乎
過(guò)于美妙，這也是我終于找到了的。
以同樣的激情我探索知識(shí)。我希望能夠理解人類的心
靈。我希望能夠知道群星為何閃爍。我試圖領(lǐng)悟畢達(dá)哥拉
斯所景仰的數(shù)字力量，它支配著此消彼漲。僅在不大的一
定程度上，我達(dá)到了此目的。
愛(ài)和知識(shí)，只要有可能，通向著天堂。但是憐憫總把
我?guī)Щ貕m世。痛苦呼喊的回聲回蕩在我的內(nèi)心。忍饑挨餓
的孩子，慘遭壓迫者摧殘的受害者，被兒女們視為可憎的
負(fù)擔(dān)的無(wú)助的老人，連同這整個(gè)充滿了孤獨(dú)、貧窮和痛苦
的世界，使人類所應(yīng)有的生活成為了笑柄。我渴望能夠減
少邪惡，但是我無(wú)能為力，而且我自己也在忍受折磨。
這就是我的一生。我發(fā)現(xiàn)它值得一過(guò)。如果再給我一
次機(jī)會(huì)，我會(huì)很高興地再活它一次。
（摘自羅素自傳的前言）
What I have Lived For
------Bertrand Russell
Three passions,simple but overwhelmingly strong,have governed
my life:the longing for love,the search for knowledge,and unbearable
pity for the suffering of mankind.These passions,like great winds,have
blown me hither and thither,in a wayward course,over a deep ocean of
anguish,reaching to the very verge of despair.
I have sought love,first,because it brings ecstasy--ecstasy so
great that I would often have sacrificed all the rest of life for a
few hours of this joy.I have sought it,next,because it relieves
loneliness--that terrible loneliness in which one shivering
consciousness looks over the rim of the world into the cold
unfathomable lifeless abyss.I have sought it,finally,because in the
union of love I have seen,in a mystic miniature,the prefiguring
vision of the heaven that saints and poets have imagined.This is
what I sought,and though it might seem too good for human life,
this is what--at last--I have found.
With equal passion I have sought knowledge.I have wished to
understand the hearts of men.I have wished to know why the stars
shine.And I have tried to apprehend the Pythagorean power by which
number holds sway above the flux.A little of this,but not much,I
have achieved.
Love and knowledge,so far as they were possible,led upward
toward the heavens.But always pity brought me back to earth.Echoes
of cries of pain reverberate in my heart.Children in famine,victims
tortured by oppressors,helpless old people a hated burden to their
sons,and the whole world of loneliness,poverty,and pain make a
mockery of what human life should be.I long to alleviate the evil,
but I can't ,and I too suffer.
This has been my life.I have found it worth living,and would
gladly live itagain if the chance were offered me.
NOTE:This is the prologue of Russell's autobiography.