One holds every phrase, every scene to the light as one reads—for Nature seems, very oddly, to have provided us with an inner light by which to judge of the novelist's integrity or disintegrity.

阅读时，每个词组、每个场景都对着光线——因为很奇怪，大自然似乎为我们提供了一种内在的光线，以此来判断小说家的正直或不正直。