When I reached it, it had subsided to a creamy pool. Round and round, then, and ever contracting towards the button-like black bubble at the axis of that slowly wheeling circle, like another Ixion I did revolve.

当我到达漩涡边缘时，它已经消退成了一个奶油色的池塘。于是，一圈又一圈地，我在这逐渐收缩的漩涡中旋转，像又一个伊克西翁，逐渐靠近那慢慢转动的轴心，那个纽扣一般的黑色水泡。

It was a modern parallel to the case of Ixion embracing a cloud, and was so much the more ridiculous as the Judge prided himself on eschewing all airy matter, and never mistaking a shadow for a substance.

这是现代伊克西翁拥抱云的案例的相似之处，而且更加荒谬，因为法官以避开所有空气物质而自豪，并且从不将影子误认为是物质。