Sensation does not count for so much in our first years as afterwards; something of the swaddling numbness of infancy clings about us; we see and touch and hear through a sort of golden mist.

生命最初几年，感官并不像后来那样重要；婴儿襁褓中的朦胧似乎仍依附着我们，我们隔着一种金色的薄雾看、触摸与聆听。