We see but dimly through the mists that roll around our time-girt isle of life, and only hear the distant surging of the great sea beyond.
穿过环绕这座被时间围困的生命之岛的迷雾,我们只能依稀看见远方,只能听见彼岸大海遥遥的涛声。
— Jerome K. Jerome · The Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow · On the Weather —