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I recall feeling an almost delicious terror when one day I found myself alone in the midst of tall June grasses that grew high as my head. But here the secret working of self consciousness is almost too entangled with the things of the past for me to explain it.
我记得有一天，我独自一人站在六月的高草丛中，那草长得和我的头一样高。但在这里，自我意识的秘密工作几乎与过去的事情纠缠在一起，我无法解释它。