Sometimes, ere yet I know myself, the mind struggles as with an evil spirit on the confines of sleep; then the light at my window, the pictures on my walls, restore me to happy consciousness, happier for the miserable dream.
有时,在我认识自己之前,我的头脑就像在睡梦中与恶魔斗争;然后窗外的灯光,墙上的画,让我恢复了快乐的意识,为那个悲惨的梦而快乐。