The death clock is ticking slowly in our breast, and each drop of blood measures its time, and our life is a lingering fever.

  • -- Georg Buchner 毕希纳

死亡的时钟在我们的胸中慢慢地滴答作响,每一滴血都在测量它的时间,我们的生命是一场挥之不去的高烧。

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The recollection of how, when and where it all happened became vague as the lingering strains hung in the rafters of the studio. I wanted to shout back at it, Maybe I didn't write you, but I found you.

随着挥之不去的紧张气氛悬挂在画室的椽子上,一切是如何、何时、何地发生的记忆变得模糊起来。我想大声反驳,也许我没有写信给你,但我找到了你。

Man's survival, from the time of Adam and Eve until the invention of agriculture, must have been precarious because of his inability to ensure his food supply.

人类的生存,从亚当和夏娃到农业的发明,一定是不稳定的,因为他不能保证他的粮食供应。

Do not despise the day of small beginnings. God knows when we’ve reached the time of germination.

不要轻视细小的开端。天知道我们什么时候会发芽。