日子一天天过去。我自问,一个人是否会为生活所着迷,犹如孩子为银球着迷一般;生活是否就是如此:捷速、灿烂、激动。不过也许这一切都只是表面而已。我想要把银球握在手中,静静地抚摸它,那又圆又滑又重的球。就这样握着,一天又一天。我想我会去读普鲁斯特。我会往后倒退,再朝前迈步。——弗吉尼亚·伍尔夫,1928年11月28日 Day by day over. I asked myself if a person would be fascinated by life, just as a child is obsessed with a silver ball; whether life is so: speed, splendor, agitation. But maybe all this is only superficial. I want to hold the silver ball in my hand and touch it quietly, that round, smooth, heavy ball. Just hold it, day by day. I think I will go to Proust. I will back backward, move forward again. - Virginia Woolf, November 28, 1928