Our passions do not live apart in locked chambers, but, dressed in their small wardrobe of notions, bring their provisions to a common table and mess together, feeding out of the common store according to their appetite.

我们的种种激情并不各自锁在隔绝的房间里；它们穿着由少量观念拼成的衣裳，把各自的食物带到同一张桌旁，依着各自的胃口，共享同一份储备。