我们窥视，但是我们真的看到了什么？镜子对自己的自我反射，我们的无流血，微弱的伯爵夫人，尤其是什么，只要我能理解它。他认为，死亡非常接近。当您以这种方式思考。他决定，我能感觉到。我有多近。什么都没有杀死我。我没有敌人，没有对手。我只是在到期，就像杂志订阅：按月。
(We peep out, but what do we see, really? Mirror reflections of our own selves, our bloodless, feeble countenances, devoted to nothing in particular, insofar as I can fathom it. Death is very close, he thought. When you think in this manner. I can feel it, he decided. How near I am. Nothing is killing me; I have no enemy, no antagonist; I am merely expiring, like a magazine subscription: month by month.)