你缩水的声音听起来太平静,对我来说很糟糕。我本人绝不是天堂,我对别人的所有苦难都不是生气。你应该生气,铁匠;说,为什么你不生气?你怎么能忍受而不会生气?天堂还讨厌你,你不会生气吗?
(Thy shrunk voice sounds too calmly, sanely woeful to me. In no Paradise myself, I am impatient of all misery in others that is not mad. Thou should'st go mad, blacksmith; say, why dost thou not go mad? How can'st thou endure without being mad? Do the heavens yet hate thee, that thou can'st not go mad?)