只要我继续前进，我的悲伤就会像游泳者的长发一样在我身后流出来。我知道体重在那里，但没有碰到我。只有当我停下来时，光滑的，黑暗的东西才漂浮在我的脸上，抓住了我的手臂和喉咙，直到我开始淹死。所以我只是没有停止。
(As long as I kept moving, my grief streamed out behind me like a swimmer's long hair in water. I knew the weight was there but it didn't touch me. Only when I stopped did the slick, dark stuff of it come floating around my face, catching my arms and throat till I began to drown. So I just didn't stop.)