WhenI Read the Book When I read the book, the biography famous, And is this then (said I) what the authorcalls a man's life? And so will some one when I am dead andgone write my life? (As if any man really knew aught of mylife, Why even I myself I often think know littleor nothing of my real life, Only a few hints, a few diffused faintclews and indirections I seek for my own use to trace out here.) 当我阅读那本书 当我阅读那本书、一本著名传记的时刻, 那么(我说),这就是作家称之为某个人的一生了? 难道我死之后也有人来这样写我的一生? (好像有人真正知道我生活中的什么, 可连我自己也常常觉得我很少或并不了解我真正的生活, 我只想从这里找出能为我自己所用的一些些暗示, 一些些零散而模糊的、可供追踪的谋略和线索。) |
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