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The echo began in some indescribable way to undermine her hold on life. Coming at a moment when she chanced to be fatigued, it had managed to murmur, ‘Pathos, piety, courage---they exist, but are identical, and so is filth. Everything exists, nothing has value.’
回声开始以某种难以形容的方式破坏她对生活的把握。就在她碰巧感到疲倦的时候，那声音又低声道:“悲哀、虔诚和勇气——它们都存在，但都是一样的，污秽也是一样的。一切都存在，没有任何东西有价值。”