"I remember finding an old, crumbling book which seemed ready to fall apart at the touch. All I could pick up was two thirds of it; the other third was so far gone you couldn't tell what was book and what was dirt.
「我記得我揀了一本枯黑、一摸就碎的書，僅僅只能拿起三分之二的殘存書體，剩下的三分之一已經分不清楚究竟是書還是泥土。