And I have by me, for my comfort, two strange white flowers—shrivelled now, and brown and flat and brittle—to witness that even when mind and strength had gone, gratitude and a mutual tenderness still lived on in the heart of man.

我身旁留着两朵奇异的白花，作为慰藉——如今它们已经枯萎，褐黄、扁平而脆弱——见证着即使心智与力量已经消逝，感恩和相互的温柔仍存于人心。