Her eyes had in them a strange perplexity, and perhaps—but why?—alarm. 她的目光里有一种奇怪的困惑，也许是——但为什么啊？——惊惧的神色。

In a moment Strickland looked away and idly surveyed the ceiling, 思特里克兰德马上把眼睛移开了，开始悠闲地打量起天花板来；

but she continued to stare at him, and now her look was quite inexplicable. 但是她却一直注视着他，脸上的神情更加不可解释了。

In a few days Strickland began to get up. 几天以后，思特里克兰德就下地了。

He was nothing but skin and bone. His clothes hung upon him like rags on a scarecrow. 他瘦得只剩下皮包骨头，衣服穿在身上就象稻草人披着一件破褂子似的。

With his untidy beard and long hair, his features, always a little larger than life, now emphasised by illness,  他的胡须凌乱，头发很长，鼻子眼睛本来就生得比一般人大，因为害过这场病，更显得大了一号；

he had an extraordinary aspect; but it was so odd that it was not quite ugly. 他的整个外表非常奇特，因为太古怪了，反而不显得那么丑陋。

There was something monumental in his ungainliness. 他的笨拙的形体给人以高大森严之感。

I do not know how to express precisely the impression he made upon me. 我真不知道该如何确切地表达他给我的印象。

It was not exactly spirituality that was obvious, though the screen of the flesh seemed almost transparent, 最触目的一点倒不一定是他的裸露无遗的精神世界（虽然屏蔽着他精神的肉体几乎象是透明的），

because there was in his face an outrageous sensuality; 而是他脸上的那种蛮野的欲念。

but, though it sounds nonsense, it seemed as though his sensuality were curiously spiritual. 说来也许荒谬，这种肉欲又好象是空灵的，使你感到非常奇异。

There was in him something primitive. 他身上散发着一种原始性；

He seemed to partake of those obscure forces of nature which the Greeks personified in shapes part human and part beast, the satyr and the faun. 希腊人曾用半人半兽的形象，象生着马尾的森林之神啊，长着羊角、羊腿的农牧神啊，来表现大自然的这种神秘的力量，思特里克兰德身上就有这样一种力量。

I thought of Marsyas, whom the god flayed because he had dared to rival him in song. 他使我想到马尔塞亚斯，因为他居然敢同大神比赛音乐，所以被活剥了皮。