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At last the cold crept up my spine; at last it filled me from foot to head; at last I grew so chill and desolate that all thought and pain and awareness came to a standstill. I wasn't miserable anymore: I wasn't anything at all. I was a nothing-- a random configuration of molecules.
最后，寒冷爬上了我的脊梁;最后，它把我从头到脚填满了。最后，我变得如此寒冷和凄凉，所有的思想、痛苦和意识都停止了。我不再痛苦:我什么都不是。我什么都不是——分子的随机排列。