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He did not know what love was. And he did not know what good it was. But he knew he carried it around with him, a scabrous spot of rot, of contagion, for which there was no cure.
他不知道什么是爱。他不知道这有什么好处。但是他知道他把它带在身边，带在身上的是一个腐烂的、传染的、无法治愈的粗糙的斑点。