A wave of anger washed over me, anger against myself, at my age at the time, that stupid lyrically age, when a man is too great a riddle to himself to be interested in the riddles outside himself and when other people are mere walking mirrors in which he is amazed to find his own emotions, his own worth.

一波又一波的萦绕心头的愤怒,愤怒对我自己,在我的年龄,那个愚蠢的抒情地年龄,当一个男人对自己太大一个谜外的谜语有兴趣自己和别人只是走的镜子,他惊奇的发现自己的情感、自己的价值。