I suppose it is the way with all men and women who reach middle age without the clear perception that life never can be thoroughly joyous: under the vague dullness of the grey hours, dissatisfaction seeks a definite object, and finds it in the privation of an untried good.

我想，凡人到中年还未明白生活不可能全然快乐的男女，大抵都是如此：在灰暗时光的隐约沉闷中，不满总要寻找一个具体的对象，便把它归结为未能拥有某种尚未体验过的美好。