雪莱总是不停地看书。吃饭时他桌上也摊着一本书。他常会忘了喝茶吃烤面包,可是却不会忘记读书;他会让面前的羊腿、马铃薯冷掉,可对书本的热情却丝毫不减。他外出散步时也是手不释卷,要是独自出门,他便自言自语地吟诵;要是有人同行,他就大声朗读。他带着书上床,直读到蜡烛燃完了才睡——就连觉他也睡不安稳——一等天蒙蒙亮,他又捧起书来……他老是半醒半睡地等天亮,拼命地看书,结果在白天他常常会打瞌睡——就象个婴儿似的倒头便睡。他常常悄无声息地从椅子里滑下倒在地毯上沉沉睡着了。冬天,他象只猫咪似地蜷在火炉边,那小小的圆头也象猫儿似地在熊熊的炉火前烤着。要是有谁好心在他头上遮块东西挡挡热气,他在睡梦中会不耐烦地把它扯到一边去…… Shelley always kept reading. There was also a book on his desk at dinner. He often forgot to drink tea and baked bread, but he did not forget to study. He would have left the leg of lamb and potato in front of him, but his enthusiasm for books would not diminish. When he went out for a walk, he was still unwound, and if he went out alone, he recited himself aloud; if anyone walked together, he read aloud. He took the book to bed and read the candle until it was over. He slept unsteadily - even he felt sleepless - a moment of glory, and he won the book ... He was half awake, Desperately reading a book, as a result, he often falls asleep during the day - falling asleep like a baby. He often slipped silently out of his chair and fell asleep on the carpet. In the winter, he curled up like a cat on the fireside, and the little round head was roasted like a cat before a blazing fire. If anyone is so kindhearted as to block the heat on his head, he impatiently pulls it aside in his sleep ...