在很长一段时期里,我都是早早就躺下了。有时候,蜡烛才灭,我的眼皮儿随即合上,都来不及咕哝一句:“我要睡着了。”半小时之后,我才想到应该睡觉;这一想,我反倒清醒过来。我打算把自以为还捏在手里的书放好,吹灭灯火。睡着的那会儿,我一直在思考刚才读的那本书,只是思路有点特别;我总觉得书里说的事儿,什么教堂呀,四重奏呀,弗朗索瓦一世和查理五世争强斗胜呀,全都同我直接有关。这种念头直到我醒来之 For a long time, I was lying down early. Occasionally, the candle was extinguished, and my eyelids closed immediately. All of a sudden I could not mumble: “I was asleep.” Half an hour later, I came to think of going to sleep; I plan to put a book that I thought was still in my hand, to blow out the lights. Asleep, I was thinking about the book I just read, but the idea was a bit special; I always felt what the book said, what the church, the quartet, François I, and Charles V Strong bucket victory, all directly related to me. This idea until I wake up