《再会，契普斯先生》摘录

Thus he found himself the rescued instead of the rescuer, and neither role was one for which he had much relish.
And kathie broadened his views and opinions, also, giving him an outlook far beyond the roofs and turrets of Brookfield, and so that he saw his country as something deep and gracious to which Brookfield was but one of many feeding streams.
…Her young idealism worked upon his maturity to produce an amalgam very gentle and wise.
‘Chips,' she said, 'they're wrong, you know, and I'm right.I'm looking ahead to the future, they and you are looking back to the past. England isn't always going to be divided into officers and ‘other ranks'. And those Poplar boys are just as important to England as Brookfield is. You've got to have them here, Chips. You can't satisfy your conscience by writing cheque for a few guineas and keeping them at arm's length. Besides, they're proud of Brookfield just as you are. Years hence, maybe, boys of that sort will be coming here-a few of them, at any rate. Why not? Why ever not?
Boys come and go, new faces all the time, memories don't last.
And so it stood, a warm and vivid patch in his life, casting a radiance that glowed in a thousand recollections. （注释中翻译：他生活中一个温暖、生动的片段就这样存在着，发出光来，照亮上千的回忆。）
What had they all gone to, he often pondered, those threads he had once held together, how far had they scattered, some to break, others to weave into unknown patterns? The strange randomness of the world beguiled him, that randomness which never would, so long as the world lasted, give meaning to those choruses again.
And behind Brookfield, as one may glimpse a mountain behind another mountain when the mist clears, he saw the world of change and conflict; and he saw it, more than he realized, with the remembered eyes of Kathie.She had not been able to bequeath him all her mind, still less the brilliance of it,but she had left him with a calmness and a poise that accorded well with his own inward emotions.
Because always, whatever happened and however the avenues of politics twisted and curved, he had faith in England, in English flesh and blood, and in Brookfield as a place whole ultimate worth depended on whether she fitted (-p131) herself into the English scene with dignity and without disproportion. He had been left a vision that grew clearer with each year- of an England for whom days of ease were nearly over, of a nation steering into channels where a hair's breadth of error might be catastrophic.
Was it only the century, or was it an epoch?
Strikes and lock-outs, champagne suppers and unemployed marchers, Chinese labour, tariff reform......
I remember ..（待补）
He had to take care of himself when there were east winds, but autumn and winter were not really so bad; there were warm fires, and books, and you could look forward to the summer. 
The things he had done and seen; Cambridge in the 60s, Great Gable on an August morning; Brookfield at all times and seasons throughout the years. And, for that matter, the things he had not done, and would never do now that he had left them too late- he had never travelled by air, for instance, and he had never been to a talky show. So that he was both more and less experienced than the youngest boy at the school might be; and that, that paradox of age and youth, was that the world called progress.