To-day

I woke this morning out of dreams into what we call Reality, into the daylight, the furniture of my familiar bedroom—in fact into the well-known, often-discussed, but, to my mind, as yet unexplained Universe.

Then I, who came out of the eternal silence and seem to be on my way thither, got up and spent the day as I usually spend it. I read, I pottered, I complained, and took exercise; and I sat punctually down to eat the cooked meals that appeared at regular intervals.

今天

我今早醒来，从梦中醒到了我们所称的现实中，醒到了白天，醒到了我卧室中熟悉的家具中来——事实上是到了那个人人知道、常常讨论，而我觉得尚未得到解释的宇宙中来。

然后，我这个从永恒的静寂中出来，似乎又在向那里走去的人，起床了，像通常度日那样度过这一天。读读书、溜达溜达、发发牢骚、做做运动；而后正点入座，受用那煮好了的、有规律地出现在桌上的三餐。