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What is beauty, but a well-dressed skull that loses colour with the slightest illness, and, before death robs it of everything, the grace of its external and apparent surface is mortified by the years in such a way that, if eyes could penetrate within beauty, they could watch it only full of horror?
什么是美,但一个穿着讲究的头骨,失去色彩最轻微的疾病,而且,死前夺走了它的一切,其外部的恩典和明显的表面是由年屈辱的这样一种方式,如果眼睛能穿透在美丽,他们只能看着它充满了恐怖吗?