“Now， you squeeze the great fruit of your selfhood into a tiny uneasy pulp， unaware of the sweetness of its juices or the variety of its seasons.
“Now， you squeeze the great fruit of your selfhood into a tiny uneasy pulp， unaware of the sweetness of its juices or the variety of its seasons.
“现在，你将你的自我的巨大果实紧握成极小的、不安的果肉，并不知晓它的果汁的甜蜜、风味的丰富。