Nobody cared to see what he read; his aunt gave him the keys of his father's library in the old house, where he shut himself in, now to read Spinoza, now a novel, and another day Voltaire or Boccaccio.
没有人愿意看他读的东西;他的姨妈给了他他父亲在老房子里的图书馆的钥匙,他把在里面,现在读斯宾诺莎,现在读小说,改天读伏尔泰或薄伽丘。