在这小小的台湾,一千八百万人口挤着过日子,看起来吓人。可是在这一千八百万人中,只找到两个人,能够跟我长谈《红楼梦》这本书,又那么少。那种谈法,是没日没夜痴谈下去的。其中的一个知音,住在台中。这一个,一年可能见面两三次。另一个是位方才二十多岁的好小子——空军,驻防在花莲。我们从来没有见过面,只靠电话和通信。其实对于“知音”两字,定义上给它下得太严格了。谈得来,而不谈《红楼梦》的,就不算。 In this small Taiwan, 18 million people crowded and looked scary. However, of the eighteen million people, only two people were found. I was able to talk to me about the book “Dream of Red Mansions” and it was so few. That kind of talk is nothing to talk about. One of these friends stayed in Taichung. This one may meet two or three times a year. The other is a good boy who is only in his twenties, the Air Force, stationed in Hualien. We have never met face to face, only by telephone and communication. In fact, for the word “friends”, the definition was too strict for it. Talk about it, and not talk about “Dream of Red Mansions”, it is not.