“我给你念诗好吗?我看过很多诗,比如John Donn的这首No Man Is An Island ,No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main; if a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friend’s or of thine own were……”reid用非常快的语速,背诵着自己欣赏的诗歌,Joan却趴在床上笑得直不起腰了,她不得不打断了正在背第二首诗的reid。
“When you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look, Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep; How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true, But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face; And bending down beside the glowing bars, Murmur, a little sadly, how love fled, And paced upon the mountains overhead, And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.”