Was it not a comedy, a strange and stupid matter, this repetition, this running around in a fateful circle?

难道这不是一出喜剧，一件奇怪而愚蠢的事情，这种重复，这种在命运循环中的奔波吗？

And if I had I should die with my lips shut and the guard on my fountain pen—as the wisest men have done since—oh, since the failure of a certain matter—a strange matter, by the way.

如果我有，我会闭上嘴唇死去， 守卫在我的钢笔上——就像最聪明的人所做的那样——哦， 自从某件事失败——顺便说一下， 这是一件奇怪的事情。