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 作: D.H.Lawrence 译: 余丹   Not every man has gentians in his housein soft September, at slow, sad Michaelmas. Bavarian gentians, big and dark, only darkdarkening the daytime, torch-like, with the smoking blueness of Pluto’s gloom,ribbed and torch-like, with their … 繼續閱讀 →