"Princeton... I honestly don't like it. It's a paradise for science students, mathematics, physics, economy, and so on. Did you know that I went to two classical literature classes specifically, and that was... terrible." Hugo's disgusting expression made Charlize laugh.

Charlize gently patted Hugo on the forehead, "I know you are from Yale, you are very repulsive of Princeton, so there is no need for us to attack."

Yale University is a school that emphasizes humanistic sentiment. They always pay attention to the realization of life values, human freedom and equality, harmony between man and society, and nature, etc. Even in the early 19th century, Yale University vigorously affirmed humanistic education, which mainly focuses on classical disciplines, and rejected the use of science education.

To this day, this is not necessarily true, but the school atmospheres at Yale and Princeton are really different.

Hugo pulled up the corner of his mouth and smiled, "But I think maybe there is something in common between us. You know, when I was in Yale, I could always see some murmurs in the philosophy department of the school. They looked at the sky like statues, pondering for a long time, making you almost think that time had stopped like this; this time in Princeton, you can often see people like walking dead on campus immersed in their own world, as if there was no other important place in life besides their numbers."

"Maybe, their world is different from ours, and this is why they can discover those great ideas, and we are just one of the most ordinary people." Charlize's words made Hugo turn his head and cast serious eyes. Charlize was confused, so he stared at Hugo with wide eyes and confusion.

Hugo remembered the definition of John Nash. Everyone thought he was a lunatic, but no one really realized that maybe he was just living in a world that ordinary people could not understand. Hugo looked at the surprise in Charlize's eyes, and suddenly raised his head with his waist force, and wrote a kiss on Charlize's lips, then put his hands around Charlize's neck, making the kiss deeper and deeper, until both of them felt that they had begun to feel lacking oxygen, and then left reluctantly.

Charlize still didn't understand what was going on because she still had limited knowledge of Hugo's experience in Princeton. A deep kiss made her brain start to lack oxygen, and two flusheds on her cheeks made her feel shy and feminine.

As if nothing had happened, Hugo lay on Charlize's thigh again, and then said, "I met many such people in the library. I remember one person left a deep impression on me. It should be... the Engineering Library. He always wore a loose sweater, had a beard and a slightly fat figure. He came to the library early every day, and he didn't want to leave until the middle of the night. He sat at the desk and didn't want to move his body for seven or eight hours."

"He probably had some extremely serious epilepsy. Every ten minutes he would suddenly moan uncontrollably, his nose was twitching, his feet twisted, and he twisted for about half a minute? Then he was as safe as if nothing had happened. Then for another ten minutes, he would shout loudly about alien language that I couldn't understand. It was indeed another world. Later, I asked the students who were studying there, and they told me that this fat man was actually one of the editors of the encyclopedia. He needed to investigate a lot of information and do a lot of research every day."

Speaking of this, Hugo paused, his eyes full of confusion, "I was thinking at that time, is this kind of person crazy or normal?" Because these so-called "crazy people" in people's eyes are compiling encyclopedias for humans that they come to learn from and refer to in daily life. Isn't this the most contradictory relationship?

Charlize couldn't help but fall into thinking. She vaguely understood the meaning of Hugo's words, but she did not rush to express her opinions, but listened quietly.

Sure enough, Hugo just paused a little and continued, "Later I met another such person. He was about thirty or forty. I was not sure, because his hair and beard were dense and vigorous, and it seemed that he had not been taken care of for a while, even if he was a homeless man, there was no problem. He always wore a Princeton pullover, lay on the chair with his legs wide open, holding a thick book in his hand, often without opening it, and kept it in his hand, looking straight ahead when he was awake, and when he was asleep, he raised his head and seemed to die."

"He is different from others, some... the so-called 'madman'..." Hugo's words seemed cautious because he couldn't find a suitable word to describe them, which made him feel helpless. "Those people whose frequency is different from those of ordinary people can occasionally see sober and feel that they are in line with the ordinary real world, but this person is different. Although he is very quiet, he is always in extreme confusion. He often sits in a daze for a long time, and then suddenly he swings his neck and arms violently, his eyebrows and nose tightly twisted together, and his mouth is breathing heavily, as if he has experienced very serious pain."

Speaking of this, Hugo suddenly stopped, as if he was in deep thought. Charlize also fell silent, and his hands that helped Hugo massage his shoulders also stopped, as if time and space had stopped at this moment.

"You know," suddenly, Hugo's hoarse voice came out, and his frown showed his confusion and struggle. "The student next to me told me that the man was John Nash's son, and then said in a very strange tone, 'Psychology is a genetic disease'." Hugo couldn't help but stop again and murmured in a low voice, "This reminds me of childhood memories. People always say that the man's mother or father is a psychopath, and then look at him with a look of repulsion and disgust, as if he was a species from an alien, and would explode at any time in the next second."

Hugo has always known people's prejudice against mental illness. Whether in the previous life or this life, whether in the Eastern world or Western countries, fear comes from ignorance. People's lack of understanding of mental illness makes them frightened, even if they exclude, oppress, and despise these patients in a rough and cruel manner. It is like treating slaves.

However, after truly contacting these patients, Hugo realized that he still knew too few facts. Even a scholar who promoted the development of human civilization like John Nash, he still carries those cruel and cold persecutions. Perhaps, John is really a lunatic, and his son has 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 colds, some have stomachaches, some have feet, and some have cancer. They are just sick, and that's all, and they are psychological diseases that everyone will suffer from.

Hugo once heard this sentence in the movie "still.alice", "I would rather have cancer..." In this story, Alice has Alzheimer's disease. Her memory cannot keep up with the pace of forgetting, and gradually loses her own thoughts and loses her connection with the world.

In the eyes of others, people who treat Alzheimer's disease are sympathetic, alienated, and panic. As the patients' memories and reason disintegrate, people are also worried that these patients will go crazy at any time. But if they are cancer patients, people will always be more tolerant because the patients' lives are still not left behind, and people will even be more accommodating, tolerant and caring for these patients.

Alzheimer's disease is a brain disease that cannot be cured until the world known to Hugo, but it affects human memory, reason, wisdom, etc. It is like... like those mentally ill patients who are trapped in their own world. Perhaps, this is not the same, but people still simply and roughly classify them into the same category, and then look at them with a strange, sympathetic, but alienated perspective.

Charlize raised his hand and gently stroked Hugo's hair, gently following Hugo's short hair one by one. She could feel the heavy feeling in Hugo's heart, and she could also understand Hugo's dissatisfaction and anger at this situation. She opened her mouth and wanted to say something to comfort Hugo, but then she understood that what Hugo needed was not comfort, but motivation, a motivation that allowed him to devote himself to the adaptation of the script.

"Do you remember the exclusive interview with Vanity Fair? John and Alicia have been together for thirty years." Hugo didn't want to deny the truth and rareness of this emotion, but... reality is always cruel. "But I asked carefully in Princeton that over the years, they lived in the same house, and they were just living together. Because after Alicia divorced, she could not find a suitable residence, and her meager salary was even more impossible to pay the rent, so she chose to stay... Of course, it cannot be denied that her stay was indeed very important for John, at least they could take care of each other... But maybe because of this, John has married several times over the years and has had several passionate love... 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 he feels about the difficulties of life and the cruelty of reality.

"The first time I met John and Alicia, it was an unexpected encounter. On my way to the library, two old men came towards me. The man was tall but dry, and the woman was short and bloated. They were wearing formal clothes and were on the way to attend a ceremony. When I recognized these two men, John and Alicia, they stood in surprise. They walked past me, staggering and silent. The two were so alienated, like... like alienation from strangers, and like alienation caused by familiarity for too many years..."
Chapter completed!