"Below, magnificent, savage, brutal, sub-human, but not less befogged, the tamed rowing-mass worked together, stroke after stroke. Down there they did not understand him and paid no attention to him, these up here maintained that they revered him, yes, they even believed it; but, be that as it may, w"
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if mere words can build a dome as Woolf would term it I've seen it in this book and this book alone...
一切都在开头引的那句"fato profugus" (exiled by fate)的阴影之下。命运在临死时变得有形,维吉尔变得无边,能体会万物。受命运统摄的诗人似乎进入了《埃涅阿斯纪》,而那些不时出现、与地狱相关的词,也让他提前进入了《神曲》。他像Janus, 双面神(他双面的语言,非全即无),他的死是河面开冰,显露时间之水。越读越想起叶芝,"Let the new faces play what tricks they will / In the old rooms; night can outbalance day, / Our shadows rove the garden gravel still, / The living seem more shadowy than they"