She was not an existence, an experience, a passion, a structure of sensations, to anybody but herself. To all humankind besides, Tess was only a passing thought. Even to friends she was no more than a frequently passing thought.

除了她自己，没有人把她看作一个完整的存在，一段经历，一份激情，一整个感受的世界。对其余所有人而言，苔丝不过是一个掠过的念头。即使对朋友，她也不过是一个较常掠过的念头。