预示着红色和金色黎明的微弱灰色光线微弱地照亮了我的窗户。我摸索着找到一支蜡烛,找到并点燃它,借着它微弱的光芒,我看到漂浮在碗里的玫瑰正在枯死。它已经失去了大部分花瓣,它们像不适合航海的小船一样漂浮在水面上,被遗弃在更安全的船只上。亲爱的上帝,我说。我必须立刻回去。
(The weak grey light that serves as harbinger of red and golden dawn faintly lit my window. I fumbled for a candle, found and lit it, and by its little light saw that the rose floating in the bowl was dying. It had already lost most of its petals, which floated on the water like tiny, un-seaworthy boats, deserted for safer craft.Dear God, I said. I must go back at once.)