The novel is an art form that is always in crisis, always on the verge of disappearing, and that's what keeps it alive.
All the choir of heaven and furniture of earth - in a word, all those bodies which compose the frame of the world - have not any subsistence without a mind.
她昨晚濃妝艷抹,卻幾乎衣不蔽體,這就是女人絕望的跡象。