他没有什么内在精神寄托,因而害怕独处。
他已经走了很长一段路,这并没有提起他的精神。
他很高兴没有人问他第一印象是什么;他们都忙着打起精神。
He was glad no one asked him what first impressions are; they were all too busy looking their best.
So that's very sad, that part of his art was very very sad. But I still, I feel pathetic as I say in the last pages or so, but I never lost admire of his fortitude in going on and doing as much as he did.
这太令人伤感了,他的艺术也是很伤感的,我在书里最后几页表示了对他的同情,但是我,从来没有停止崇敬他,坚持不懈地做了这么多的精神。
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