If I had had words to speak such a thing,I would have.But there were none that seemed big enough for it,to hold that swell-ing truth.
As if he had heard me,he reached for my hand.I did not need to look;his fingers were etched into my memory,slender and petal-veined,strong and quick and never wrong.
Patroclus,he said.He was always better with words than I.引自第96页
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