我们这年代的人读书太多而不聪明,想得太多而不美丽。
Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend, Before we too into the Dust descend; Dust into Dust, and under Dust to lie, Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and—sans End!
I can be no longer than one day absent from the ship, as I am the only person on board who can navigate her.