I just depended on a memory I have of the opening reception of an acquaintance's photography exhibition at which there were displayed an array of rather shocking black and white photographs of distorted faces on the walls. My fear of "that unfortunate world" seemed to suppress any feelings of sympathy.
只依稀記得曾經在一個攝影展中，為牆上一幀幀黑白放大照片中扭曲的面容感到驚惶震懾，對「那個不幸世界」的害怕，似乎還壓過了同情。