Through the broken casements we watch the flitting shadows of the dead, and the saddest shadows of them all are the shadows of our own dead selves.
透过破碎的窗扇,我们望见亡者的影子掠过;而其中最悲伤的,是我们自己那些已逝去的模样。
— Jerome K. Jerome · The Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow · On Memory —