我脑子里有一个令人怀疑的怀疑，我最终终于走了驼峰，而最糟糕的是，我一点也不感到悲惨，只是疲倦，有点舒适地脱落。
(There was an awful suspicion in my mind that I'd finally gone over the hump, and the worst thing about it was that I didn't feel tragic at all, but only weary, and sort of comfortably detached.)