On the stair leading up into the disinfectant-smelling twilight of a rooming house, she saw an old man huddled, shaking with grief she couldn't hear.

登上梯子，在一间散发着,消毒水气味的昏暗公寓里，她看到了一个老人缩成一团，以一种他无法感受的哀伤颤抖着。

耶鲁公开课 - 1945年后的美国小说课程节选

To write about your life and to pretend that you're communicating the memory of what happened to you--your grief, your private grief-- doesn't contain that universalizing move that fiction, by its very essence, contains.

把你的生活呈现出来,假装成在描述发生在你身上的事，你的不幸，你个人的不幸-,不包括小说根本性的一般化处理，你看，你可以回忆我们在《尤利西斯》的广告。

耶鲁公开课 - 1945年后的美国小说课程节选