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Why am I always at war with myself? Why have I told, as if upon compulsion, what I knew all along I ought to have withheld? Why am I making a friend of this woman beside me, in spite of the whispers against her that I hear in my heart?
为什么我总是在和自己斗争?为什么我要像被迫一样，把我自始至终都知道应该隐瞒的事情说出来呢?为什么我要和我身边的这个女人做朋友，尽管我在心里听到了对她的窃窃私语?