Of Human Bondage 人性的枷锁 Chapter 67

Philip looked forward to his return to London with impatience ¹. During the two months he spent at Blackstable Norah wrote to him frequently, long letters in a bold, large hand, in which with cheerful humour she described the little events of the daily round, the domestic troubles of her landlady ², rich food for laughter, the comic vexations of her rehearsals—she was walking on in an important spectacle at one of the London theatres—and her odd adventures with the publishers of novelettes. Philip read a great deal, bathed, played tennis, and sailed. At the beginning of October he settled down in London to work for the Second Conjoint examination. He was eager to pass it, since that ended the drudgery ³ of the curriculum; after it was done with the student became an out-patients' clerk, and was brought in contact with men and women as well as with text-books. Philip saw Norah every day., ,Lawson had been spending the summer at Poole, and had a number of sketches ⁵ to show of the harbour and of the beach. He had a couple of commissions for portraits and proposed to stay in London till the bad light drove him away. Hayward, in London too, intended to spend the winter abroad, but remained week after week from sheer inability to make up his mind to go. Hayward had run to fat during the last two or three years—it was five years since Philip first met him in Heidelberg—and he was prematurely ⁶ bald. He was very sensitive about it and wore his hair long to conceal ⁷ the unsightly patch on the crown of his head. His only consolation ⁸ was that his brow was now very noble. His blue eyes had lost their colour; they had a listless droop ¹⁰; and his mouth, losing the fulness of youth, was weak and pale. He still talked vaguely ¹¹ of the things he was going to do in the future, but with less conviction; and he was conscious that his friends no longer believed in him: when he had drank two or three glasses of whiskey he was inclined to be elegiac., ,'I'm a failure,' he murmured, 'I'm unfit for the brutality ¹² of the struggle of life. All I can do is to stand aside and let the vulgar throng ¹³ hustle ¹⁴ by in their pursuit of the good things.', , ,'I should have thought you'd got through with Plato by now,' said Philip impatiently., ,'Would you?' he asked, raising his eyebrows ¹⁸., ,He gave a stamp of impatience.他不耐烦地跺脚
。,I heard my landlady creeping stealthily up to my door.我听到我的女房东偷偷地来到我的门前。