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those sightless eyes seeking, even in the cold plaster, for the light and the blue skies of his beloved Hellas, but seeking in vain; that beautiful mouth, firm and true and tender. It is the face of a poet, and of a man acquainted with sorrow. Ah, how well I understand his deprivation—the perpetual night in which he dwelt—
即使被凝固在冷冰冰的石膏中，（荷马）那双失明的眼睛仍然在探寻，只为了他所至爱的明媚阳光、碧空如洗的希腊，然而寻找是徒劳的。荷马的嘴轮廓优美，显示出坚忍、诚实而温柔的特质。这是一张诗人的脸，一张了解悲伤为何物的男人的脸。哦，我是多么理解他的失明之痛啊——与之相伴的唯有永恒的黑夜：
O dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon,
哦，黑暗，黑暗，黑暗，被正午的光辉围裹，
Irrecoverably dark, total eclipse
无可挽回的黑暗，遮天蔽日
Without all hope of day!
将人间的所有希望摒弃！
In imagination I can hear Homer singing, as with unsteady, hesitating steps he gropes his way from camp to camp—singing of life, of love, of war, of the splendid achievements of a noble race. It was a wonderful, glorious song, and it won the blind poet an immortal crown, the admiration of all ages.
在想象当中，我能听到荷马的歌唱，他拖着蹒跚而踌躇的脚步在营地间逡巡——为生命，爱情，战争和一个高尚民族取得的丰功伟绩而吟唱。这是一首无比绚丽而辉煌的颂歌，它为盲诗人赢得了一顶不朽的王冠，也赢得了世人的景仰赞颂。
I sometimes wonder if the hand is not more sensitive to the beauties of sculpture than the eye. I should think the wonderful rhythmical flow of lines and curves could be more subtly felt than seen. Be this as it may, I know that I can feel the heart-throbs of the ancient Greeks in their marble gods and goddesses. Another pleasure, which comes more rarely than the others, is going to the theatre. I enjoy having a play described to me while it is being acted on the stage far more than reading it, because then it seems as if I were living in the midst of stirring events. It has been my privilege to meet a few great actors and actresses who have the power of so bewitching you that you forget time and place and live again in the romantic past.
我有时也想知道，在感知雕塑品的艺术魅力方面，手是否真的比不上眼睛的敏锐。我个人认为，相对于视觉而言，手更能够觉察到雕塑线条的韵律感和其内在的微妙变化。总之，在一尊尊古希腊众神的大理石雕像面前，我能够以自己的独特方式触摸到他们的心跳。我的另一个很特别的爱好就是去剧院看戏。大幕拉开，戏剧在舞台上展开——真实剧情带给我的享受远非阅读剧本所能企及，因为动荡起伏的故事情节会让你产生身临其境的感觉。而且，我还享受到了自由会见那几个杰出男女演员的特别待遇，他们的表演具有一种强大的魔力，它可以令你忘却时间和空间的限制，而重新生活在过去的浪漫年代。
