Feelings get less strong, not more tyrannous, as soon as they've been given an airing.

当我们找到了“通风口”，那些糟糕的情绪就得到了释放。

In bed our yesterdays are too oppressive: if a man can only get up, though it be but to whistle or to smoke, he has a present which offers some resistance to the past—sensations which assert themselves against tyrannous memories.

在床上，我们的昨天太压抑了：如果一个人只能起床，虽然只能吹口哨或抽烟，但他有一种现在可以对过去提供一些抵抗——对暴虐的记忆进行自我反抗的感觉。