"All that long day sitting at her mirror, she was combing her golden hair, as if in the midst of our tragedy. She played a melody on a harp, half-heartedly. All that long day, sitting at her mirror, she was combing her golden hair, as if she enjoyed tormenting her memory."
漫长的一天里她端坐在镜前，梳理着她的金发我或许会说，我们的悲剧正处在高潮时刻，她在竖琴上随意演奏一段咏叹，整整漫长的一天她坐在镜前，梳理着她的金发我或许会说，她恣意地把自己的记忆熬煎。
When Camus looks at us, his gaze pierces through us. He inspires justice, humanity in us. Sartre... is more ambiguous.
当加缪看向我们的时候，他能看穿我们，他唤醒我们心中的正义和人性，萨特则更暧昧一些。
I can't do much now, but once I can, I won't be lost.
我现在是不能做什么，但一旦我可以了，我肯定不会错过任何机会。
I'd like a child one day...but not instead of a life. I could hate the kid for it. I may never be able to love it.
有一天我会要个孩子的，但不是以我整个人生为代价，那样的话我会恨那个孩子一辈子的，我可能永远都不会爱他。
I didn't end up in a hospital. It's the lottery there. If you're lucky, it's labeled a "miscarriage". But if some bastard doctor writes "abortion", and you don't die, you end up in prison.
我最后没被送进医院，这就像在买彩票，你要是足够幸运，就会被认为是“自然流产”，但你要是遇到很坏的医生，他就会在病历上写“堕胎”，之后你要是没死，就得去坐牢。
Last summer...when I was back at my parents'...I had a relationship with a man. It lasted a month. He was much older than me. We made love a lot. At his place. In the barn near my parents'. Wherever. Whenever we could. I was ashamed, but the desire was stronger. I didn't get pregnant. By chance. I was just luckier than you.
去年夏天，我回我父母家的时候，我和一个男人谈了恋爱，有一个月，他年纪比我要大的多，我们经常做爱，很多次，在他家里做，在我爸妈家附近的谷仓里做，在任何地方做，在任何我们能做的地方做，我感到很羞愧，但欲望要比羞愧更强烈，幸运的是我没有怀孕，但我也仅仅是比你更幸运一点而已。
Some women use bleach. Bleach in a uterus. And they wonder why they die.
有些女生会用漂白剂，把漂白剂弄到子宫里，然后她们还困惑自己为什么会死。
- You were ill?
- The illness that strikes only women. And turns them into housewives.
- 你之前病了？
- 一种只会攻击女人的病，把她们变成家庭主妇的病。
"We shall keep the honor.
The rest, we shall give away.
And we walk.
Our eyes, indignant.
Our foreheads, pale.
On them, we read: Faith, courage, drought.
The troops continue their route.
Heads high, raising their flag,
holy rags."
I hope these words by Victor Hugo will show you the way, dear students.
“我们只需留下荣誉
其余的 我们应撇弃
我们前行
我们眼睛是愤怒的
我们的额头是苍白的，在他们之上，我们读道
信念，勇气，饥渴
队伍继续着，他们的路程
高高扬起头颅，高高举起旗帜
神圣的旗帜”
我希望维克多·雨果写下的这些字句能引领你们。