He seemed to hear all round him the hateful whispers of that place, innumerable as leaves whispering in the wind, and each of them telling eagerly some evil that had not happened or some terrific secret which was not true.
他仿佛听见四周响起这个地方令人厌恶的低语,像风中簌簌作响的树叶一样不计其数;每一道声音都急切地诉说着从未发生的恶事,或并不存在的可怕秘密。
— G. K. Chesterton · The Ball and the Cross · XIV · A Museum of Souls —