Sometimes, ere yet I know myself, the mind struggles as with an evil spirit on the confines of sleep; then the light at my window, the pictures on my walls, restore me to happy consciousness, happier for the miserable dream.

有时，在我认识自己之前，我的头脑就像在睡梦中与恶魔斗争；然后窗外的灯光，墙上的画，让我恢复了快乐的意识，为那个悲惨的梦而快乐。