Chapter 2072: 2072 Cruel Reality

"Princeton...to be honest, I don't like it, it's a science student's paradise, math, physics, economics, things like that. You know, I went to two classes on classics, and it was just... terrible. Hugo's disgusted expression made Charlize laugh.

Charlize patted Hugo's forehead lightly, "I know you belong to Yale, and you are against Princeton, so there is no need for us to attack personally."

Yale University is a school that emphasizes humanistic feelings. They always pay attention to the realization of the value of life, the freedom and equality of people, the harmony between people, society and nature, etc. Even at the beginning of the nineteenth century, Yale University strongly affirmed the humanities education based on classical subjects, while rejecting the use of science education.

Today, this is not necessarily true, but the school atmosphere of Yale University and Princeton University is indeed very different.

Hugo pulled up the corners of his mouth and showed a slight smile, "But I think, maybe we still have something in common. You know, when you were at Yale, you could always see some mutterings in the philosophy department of the school." The meditators, they look at the sky like statues, meditating for a long time, so that you almost think that time has stopped like this; this time in Princeton, too, you can often see people like walking dead on campus immersed in themselves In a world where life doesn’t seem to matter except their numbers.”

"Perhaps, their world is different from ours, which is why they can discover those great ideas, and we are just an ordinary member of the crowd." Charlize's words made Hugo turn his head and look seriously, Charlize didn't know why, and looked at Hugo with wide eyes and doubts.

Hugo remembered people's definition of John Nash. Everyone thought he was a lunatic, but no one really realized that maybe he just lived in a world that ordinary people couldn't understand. Seeing the surprise in Charlize's eyes, Hugo raised his head suddenly with the strength of his waist, printed a kiss on Charlize's lips, and then put his hands around Charlize's neck, making the kiss more and more intense. Deep, until both of them felt that they were starting to lack oxygen, and then reluctantly left.

Charlize still doesn't understand what happened, because she still has limited knowledge of what Hugo saw and heard in Princeton. A deep kiss caused her brain to start to lack oxygen, and two blushes could not help but fly on her cheeks, giving her a shy feminine aura.

As if nothing had happened, Hugo lay on Charlize's lap again, and continued, "I met many people like this in the library, and I remember one person who left a deep impression on me, It should be in... the engineering library. He always wears a loose sweater, has a beard, and is slightly fat. He comes to the library early every day and refuses to leave until midnight. He sits at the desk, seven, I don’t want to move my body for eight hours.”

"He probably suffered from some kind of extremely severe epilepsy. Every ten minutes, he would suddenly moan uncontrollably, his nose would move, his feet would twist, twisting like this for about... half a minute? Then he seemed to be fine. Generally safe and sound. Then every ten minutes, he would yell in an alien language that I could not understand. It was indeed another world. Later I asked the students studying there, and they told me that, in fact, this Fatty is one of the editors of the encyclopedia, and he needs to investigate a lot of information and do a lot of research every day."

Speaking of this, Hugo paused, his eyes were full of confusion, "I was thinking at that time, is such a person crazy or normal?" Because these so-called "crazy" in people's eyes are thinking about Isn't it the most paradoxical relationship that humans compile the encyclopedias they flock to every day for reference?

Charlize couldn't help but fell into thinking. She vaguely understood the meaning of Hugo's words, but she didn't express her opinions in a hurry, but listened quietly.

Sure enough, Hugo just paused for a moment, and then continued, "Later I met another such person, he was about thirty? Forty? I'm not sure, because his hair and beard are thick and vigorous, Looks like he hasn't been groomed for a while, and there's nothing wrong with calling him a bum. He's always wearing a Princeton jumper, sprawled on a chair with his legs wide open, and holding a thick book. Thick books are often kept unopened, just in your hands, when you are awake, your eyes look straight ahead, and when you fall asleep, you turn your head up and look dead."

"He is different from others, some... so-called 'lunatics'..." Hugo's choice of words was very cautious, because he couldn't find a suitable word to describe them, which made him a little helpless, "Those frequencies and Ordinary people are different from people who can occasionally see lucidity and feel that they are in touch with the ordinary real world, but this man is different. Although he is very quiet, he is always in a state of extreme confusion. He often Sitting dumbfounded for a long time, and then suddenly shaking his neck and arms violently, his eyebrows and nose were tightly knit together, and his mouth was gasping for breath, as if he had experienced very serious pain."

Having said that, Hugo stopped suddenly, seemingly lost in thought. Charlize also fell silent, and the hands that were massaging Hugo's shoulders also stopped, as if time and space stopped at this moment.

"You know," Hugo's hoarse voice suddenly came out, and his tightly frowned brows showed his confusion and struggle, "the student next to me took the initiative to tell me that that person was the son of John Nash, and then Said in a very strange tone, 'mental disease is a genetic disease'." Hugo couldn't help but stopped again, and whispered, "This reminds me of childhood memories, people always say, that person's The mother or father is crazy, and then looks at him with repulsive and disgusting eyes, as if he is a species from an alien and will explode at any second."

Hugo has always known people's prejudice against mental illness, no matter in the previous life or in this life, whether in the eastern world or western countries, fear comes from ignorance, people's lack of understanding of mental illness makes them terrified, even if they are To squeeze out, oppress, and despise these patients with a rude and cruel attitude. It's like treating a slave.

However, it was only when Hugo came into contact with these patients that he knew too little about the facts. Even John Nash, a scholar who has promoted the development of human civilization, still carries those cruel and cold persecutions on him. Maybe, John is really crazy, and his son really inherited these diseases... But they should not be aliens in this society, because they are no different from others, just like some people have a cold, some people Someone has a stomachache, someone has a foot injury, someone has cancer, they're just sick, that's all - and it's a mental illness that everyone gets.

Hugo once heard such a sentence in the movie "Still Alice (Still. Alice)", "I would rather have cancer..." In this story, Alice has Alzheimer's disease, Her memory couldn't keep up with the pace of forgetting, and she gradually lost her thoughts and connection with the world.

In the eyes of others, patients with Alzheimer's disease are viewed with sympathy, alienation, and panic. Along with the memory and reason of the patients falling apart, people are also worried that these patients will go crazy at any time. But if it is a cancer patient, people will always be more tolerant-because the patient's life is still not much left, people will even be more accommodating, tolerant, and love these patients.

Alzheimer's disease is a brain disease that cannot be cured until the world Hugo knows, but it affects human memory, reason, wisdom and so on. It's like... like those psychopaths stuck in their own world. Perhaps, this is not the same, but people still simply and rudely classify them into one category of people, and then look at them with strange, sympathetic, but alienated eyes.

Charlize raised her hand, stroked Hugo's hair lightly, and gently followed Hugo's short hair one by one. She could feel the heaviness in Hugo's heart, and she could also understand Hugo's dissatisfaction and anger with this status quo. She opened her mouth, wanting to say something to comfort Hugo, but then she understood that what Hugo needs is not consolation, but motivation, a motivation that allows him to devote himself to the adaptation of the script.

"Do you remember the interview in 'Vanity Fair'? John and Alicia spent 30 years together." Hugo didn't want to deny the authenticity and rareness of this emotion, but... the reality is always cruel, "But I am in Princeton inquired carefully. These years, they lived in the same house, but they were just co-residents. Because after Alicia divorced, she had no way to find a suitable residence, and her meager salary was even more difficult to pay the rent. So she chose to stay...Of course, it cannot be denied that her staying is indeed very important to John, at least they can take care of each other...But, maybe because of this, John has made several friends these years. Married for the second time, and had several passionate love affairs...the bond between them is not as deep as imagined..."

Hugo is not a pessimist, on the contrary, his thoughts are always positive and optimistic, but the more he understands, the more Hugo realizes the hardships of life and the cruelty of reality.

"The first time I met John and Alicia, it was an accidental meeting. On my way to the library, two old men walked up to me. The man was tall and dry, and the woman was short and fat. Dressed in formal attire, on my way to a ceremony. When I recognized these two as John and Alicia, I stood there in amazement. They just walked past me, staggering and silent. Without saying a word, the two people are so alienated, like... like the alienation of strangers, or the alienation caused by knowing each other for too many years..."

Hugo's voice gradually disappeared from his lips, and he fell into silence again.