选抄聂鲁达的诗。
When solitude arrives
and you are not used to it,
closed things uncover themselves,
trunks that you thought were dead,
small bottles that carry the warning
of an invariable skull,
small locks open,
pots of the soul lift their lids.
But we do not like knowing,
we do not like discovering
that person we used to be,
facing the essence
that lived inside us, caught,
waiting around the mirror.
——From World's End, page 97 "Solitude", translated by William O'Daly.
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