The riot of images, the violent volubility of language, all that cloys and satiates in the Elizabethans yet appears to be drawn up with a roar as a feeble fire is sucked up by a newspaper.
图像的骚乱,语言的暴力滔滔不绝,所有
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伊丽莎白时代的人感到厌烦和满足,但似乎都是在咆哮中写出来的,就像微弱的火焰被报纸吸走一样。