只是带着些许惊讶，我发现我不再读那么多书了，而是摇摇欲坠、好奇、飞翔，像帕斯卡、像马德琳、像贝梅尔曼斯、像拉莫里斯、像我的女儿们。就像罗伯特.就像任何曾经开始或完成一本书、一段恋情或将两者混淆的人一样，对秋天充满甜蜜的期待。
(It's only with mild surprise I find I don't so much read anymore, but rather teeter, wonder, take flight, like Pascal, like Madeline, like Bemelmans, like Lamorisse, like my daughters. Like Robert. Like anyone who has ever started or finished a book, or a love affair, or confused the two, in sweet anticipation of the fall.)