But it's too late to make any improvements now.  而且,现在要作任何的改良也都来不及了。

The universe is finished; the copestone is on, and the chips were carted off a million years ago.  宇宙已经构筑竣工;冠石也已砌上,那些刨花木屑也早在百万年前就已给装运走了。

Poor Lazarus there, chattering his teeth against the curbstone for his pillow, and shaking off his tatters with his shiverings,  可怜的拉撒路躺在那里,头枕栏石,牙齿震颤作声,浑身颤得连他的破布片都给抖掉了,

he might plug up both ears with rags, and put a corn-cob into his mouth, and yet that would not keep out the tempestuous Euroclydon.  他也许可以用破布堵住两只耳朵,拿一根玉米穗轴插在嘴里,不过,那还是挡不住那阵狂暴的犹罗克利顿。

Euroclydon! says old Dives, in his red silken wrapper-pooh, pooh! What a fine frosty night; how Orion glitters; what northern lights!  犹罗克利顿呵!那个穿着紫绸袍的老财主说...他以后还要穿上一件颜色更深紫的袍子咧)呸!呸!冰天雪地的夜景多美丽;猎户星座多光辉;北极光又多明亮呀!

Let them talk of their oriental summer climes of everlasting conservatories; give me the privilege of making my own summer with my own coals. 让他们去谈他们那一年四季温暖如春的东方气候吧;给我一种特权,让我用自己的炭火来创造我自己的夏天吧。

But what thinks Lazarus? Can he warm his blue hands by holding them up to the grand northern lights?  但是,拉撒路是怎样想的呢?他对着壮丽的北极光高高举起他那冻得发青的双手就会感到温暖吗?