If you read a book—and you will never do so save by fits and starts—you find the language strangely racy and harmonious; words take a new meaning; single sentences possess the ear for half an hour together; and the writer endears himself to you, at every page, by the nicest coincidence of sentiment.

若翻开一本书——此时你也只会断断续续地读——便会发现语言格外鲜活和谐，词语有了新的意味，单独一句话都能在耳畔萦绕半小时；每翻一页，作者都因心意与你微妙地相合而更令你喜爱。