And she glanced at the Antinous and the Faun.

。 她瞥了一眼安提诺斯和牧神。

What the invention of oil-painting was to the Venetians, the face of Antinous was to late Greek sculpture, and the face of Dorian Gray will some day be to me.

油画的发明之于威尼斯人，安提诺斯的面孔之于晚期希腊雕塑，而多里安·格雷的面孔总有一天将之于我。

Looking again at him, her eyes became so sentimentally fixed on his face that it seemed as if she could not withdraw them. There lay, in the shape of an Antinous, no amoroso, no gallant, but a guileless philosopher.

再看他的时候，她的目光，定格在他的脸上，多愁善感，似乎无法收回。那里躺着，以安提诺斯 (Antinous) 的形象出现，没有爱情，没有豪爽，而是一个天真无邪的哲学家。

As he stood there in the warm light, slender and smooth and hyacinthine, he might have stepped from a ruined altar — one to Antinous, say — but he'd come instead from New York, with a letter (of all people) from Alice Nowell.

当他站在温暖的灯光下，苗条、光滑、风信子般的时候，他可能是从一个被毁坏的祭坛上走下来的——比如说，一个给安提诺斯的——但他是从纽约来的，带着一封来自爱丽丝的（所有人的）信诺厄尔。