九月的一个晚上,天气暖和。在哈佛大学校园里,钟敲了八下。这时,埃尔金·史密斯看书感到厌倦了,正站在怀顿纳图书馆前的台阶上。他眨了眨眼,凝视着远方。要一步步走上这罗马式的宽大台阶,也真够费劲的。看书的时间长了,眨巴眨巴眼睛,眺望一下远方,能使眼角膜和视网膜得到休息。他思绪翻腾,可心里想的并不是功课;他在想象,如果对一个姑娘产生了爱情,对她崇拜得五体投地,那会是一种什么滋味。他因为自己不善于表达这种强烈的感情而感到自卑。在他看来,只有感 One night in September, the weather is warm. At the Harvard campus, the bell struck eight. At this time, Elgin Smith was tired of reading a book, standing on the steps in front of the Whitedale Library. He blinked and stared into the distance. To step by step on this broad Romanesque stage, it is really strenuous. Reading a long time, blink his eyes, overlooking the distance, can make the cornea and retina to rest. His mind was tossing, but he did not think of homework. He was imagining it would be a feast if he had a love for a girl and a five-figure worship for her. He felt inferior because he was not good at expressing this strong feeling. In his opinion, only feeling