七天，她躺在床上闷闷不乐地看着天花板，仿佛对她耕种了很多年的死亡感到不满。就像有些尽管恶心的人无法呕吐的人一样，她躺在那里无法死亡，因为她抵抗生命而抵抗死亡，并以过程和变化的怨恨冻结。
(For seven days she lay in bed looking sullenly at the ceiling as though resenting the death she had cultivated for so many years. Like some people who cannot vomit despite horrible nausea, she lay there unable to die, resisting death as she had resisted life, frozen with resentment of process and change.)