He got up, held it close to my eyes: and I read, traced in Indian ink, in my own handwriting, the words " Jane Eyre" —the work doubtless of some moment of abstraction.

他站起来，把它靠近我的眼睛：我用印度墨水勾勒出我自己的笔迹，读到“简·爱”这几个字——这无疑是某个瞬间的抽象作品。