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德·洛勒旁先生使我烦死了。我站了起来。我在淡白的光线中动了动,我看见光线在我的手中和我上衣的袖子上变幻,我说不尽地讨厌这种光线。我打呵欠。我点亮了桌子上的灯,也许它的光线能够击败日光。事实并非如此,灯光只在灯脚下聚成一个可怜的小潭。我熄了灯,我立起身来。墙上有一个白色的洞,那是镜子。这是一个陷阱。我知道我会落到陷阱里去的。我落下去了。镜上出现了一个灰色的东西。我走近去,我注视着它,我再也不能走开去了。镜子里照出来的是我的面孔。往往,在一事无成的日子里,我就凝视着这个面孔。我对这个面孔一点也不了解。别人的面孔都有一定的意义。我的却没
Mr. De Lorra paralyzed me. I stood up. I moved in the pale light, and I saw the light changing in my hands and on the sleeves of my tops. I couldn’t say I hated this light. I yawn. I lit the lamp on the table, maybe its light can beat the sun. This is not the case. Lights are only gathered at the foot of a lamp to form a poor little pool. I turned off the lights and I stood up. There is a white hole in the wall, it is a mirror. This is a trap. I know I will fall into a trap. I fell. A gray thing appeared on the mirror. As I approached, I looked at it and I could no longer walk away. What shines in the mirror is my face. Often, in the days of nothing, I stared at this face. I do not understand this face at all. The faces of others have a certain significance. I did not