But little do men perceive what solitude is, and how far it extendeth. For a crowd is not company; and faces are but a gallery of pictures; and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love.

但很少有人知道孤独是什么，它能延伸到多远。 因为人群不是公司；面孔只是照片的画廊；在没有爱的地方， 只谈一谈叮当响的铙钹。