November 12th, 1951

1951年11月12日

Gellert,

盖勒特，

It was Aberforth. He blamed me for Ariana's death. I could not bring myself to set the bone.

是阿不福思。他为安娜的死责怪我。是我自己不想把骨头正确归位。

I do not question either your memory or your sanity. We touched, yes; I do not deny it to you, though I keep it a secret from most. We were boys drunk on summer, and I was a fool, playing with power I did not comprehend. What else can I say, Gellert?

我不想对你的记忆和理智发表任何看法。我们曾经亲密过，是的；我不会对你否认这一点，虽然我在大多数人面前一直保密这件事。我们曾是夏日里迷醉的少年，我那时是个傻瓜，玩弄着自己无法理解的力量。除此之外我还能说什么呢，盖勒特？

I enclose another book I've been enjoying, with hopes that it will not remind you overmuch of what you've lost.

我随信附上了另一本你可能感兴趣的书，希望它不会让你想起你所失去的东西。

With apologies,

深深的歉意，

[enclosure: The Waves, Virginia Woolf]

[附：海浪，弗吉尼亚·伍尔夫著]