My father looked at herfor a long time as she postured unclothed before him.

当她赤身裸体地站在他面前时，我父亲久久地注视着她。

She still felt unclothed every time his eyes ran up and down her figure. It was not that he ever said anything.

每当他的眼光从上到下打量着她的身躯时，她总觉得自己像没穿衣服似的，这倒并不是他说了什么。

His black eyes took her in from bonnet to heels in a glance that missed nothing, that old impudent unclothing glance which always gave her goose bumps.

他那双黑眼睛贪婪地从头到脚品味着她，这眼光遍身搜索着生怕稍有遗漏，这种厚颜无耻的**裸的目光常常使她浑身起鸡皮疙瘩，难受极了。

Many myths which tell of a Golden Age – such as the story of the Garden of Eden – imagine humankind going unclothed, as if in some previous glorious and innocent time we had nothing to hide or fear from one another.

许多讲述黄金时代的神话——比如伊甸园的故事——想像人类不穿衣服，就像以前一些辉煌而纯洁的时代，我们没有什么好隐藏的，也没有什么好恐惧的。