除了讀書之外,同知心的朋友通信,有時也教我感到一點興奮。因為寫信時可以上天下地的無所不談,談的話雖然都不關重要,而且大都是雜亂無章,然而不必像對社會說話時要打起什么腔調。也不必像做學術論文時必須嚴密地構思。有什么話便說什么,想到那里,筆便寫到那里,正是個性自然的流露,最真摯心聲的傾瀉,不但自己得著一種解放的快樂,也教讀者同樣得著一種解放的快樂。
Besides reading, eorresponding with bosom friends can also delight me to some degree, for I can talk whatever I like in the letter, desultory trifles and disordered language maybe. Yet I needn’t weigh my words or measure my tone in a manner as refined as speaking publicly, nor do I have to organize my ideas in a way as precisely as composing a paper. My pen tracks my mind wherever it runs. Thus those words in my letter are indeed the spontaneous overflow of my personality, and the true voice of my heart. I enjoy such release when dropping a line, and I believe my friends must have the same feeling when reading those lines.