that must be the story of innumerable couples, and the pattern of lifeof life it offers has a homely grace. it reminds you of a placid rivulet, meandering smoohtly through green pastures and shaded by pleasant trees, till at last it falls into the vasty sea; but the sea is so calm, so silent, so infifferent, that you are troubled suddently by a vague uneasiness. perhaps it is only by a kink in my nature, strong in me even in those days, that i felt in such an existence, the share of the great majority, something amiss. i recognized its social value. i saw its ordered happiness, but a fever in my blood asked for a wilder course. there seemed to me something alarming in such easy delights. in my heart was desire to live more dangerously. i was not unprepared for jagged rocks and treacherous, shoals it i could only have change-change and the exicitement of unforeseen.
這一定是世間無數對夫妻的生活寫照，這種生活模式給人一種天倫之美。它使人想起一條平靜的溪流，蜿蜒暢遊過綠茵的草場，濃蔭遮蔽，最後注入煙波浩渺的汪洋大海；但是大海太過平靜，太過沉默，太過不動聲色，你會突然感到莫名的不安。也許這只是我自己的一種怪誕想法，在那樣的時代，這想法對我影響很深：我覺得這像大多數人一樣的生活，似乎欠缺了一點兒什麼。我承認這種生活有社會價值，我也看到了它那井然有序的幸福，但我血液裏的衝動卻渴望一種更桀驁不馴的旅程．這樣的安逸中好像有一種叫我驚懼不安的東西．我的心渴望一種更加驚險的生活。只要生活中還能有變遷———以及不可知的刺激，我願意踏上怪石嶙峋的山崖，奔赴暗礁滿布的海灘。
proud maisie is in the wood,
walking so early;
sweet robin sits on the bush,
singing so rarely.
“tell me ,thou bonny bird,
when shall i marry me?”
-“when six braw gentlemen
kirkward shall carry ye.”
“who makes the bridal bed,
birdie, say truly?”
-“the gray-headed sexton
that delves the grave duly.
“the glowworm o’er grave and stone
shall light thee steady;
the owl from the steeple sing,
welcome, proud lady.”
驕傲的梅西漫步林間，
踩着晨曦；
伶俐的知更鳥棲息樹叢，
唱得甜蜜。
“告訴我，美麗的鳥兒，
我哪年哪月穿嫁裝？”－－
“等到六個殯葬人
擡你上教堂。”
“誰爲我鋪新牀？
好鳥兒，莫撒謊。”－－
“白髮司事，兼挖墓穴，
誤不了你的洞房。”
“螢火蟲幽幽閃閃，
把你的墳墓照亮，送葬，
貓頭鷹將在塔尖高唱：
歡迎你，驕傲的姑娘。”