2007年2月6日星期二

FOGGY MORNING

清晨,大雾...
站在门口,发现除了这里,周围的房子,田野,车辆都在一片浓雾中消失不见.更不用提远方的山影了.
世界在一片雾茫茫中消失了...

It was late evening when K arrived. The village lay under deep snow. There was no sign of the Castle hill, fog and darkness surrounded it, not even the faintest gleam of light suggested the large Castle. K stook a long time on the wooden bridge that leads from the main road to the village, gazing upward into the seeming emptiness.
-------from Castle, written by Franz Kafka

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