摘：

“Summer has no day,” she said. “We can't possibly have a summer love… Summer is only the unfulfilled promise of spring, a charlatan in place of the warm balmy nights I dream of in April. It's a sad season of life without growth… It has no day.” —F·S·Fitzgerald

“夏天没有节日，”她说。“我们不可能有夏日之爱。夏日不过是春天没有兑现的诺言，是冒充我四月里梦寐以求的和煦夜晚的骗子。它是没有生息的悲苦人生季节……它没有节日。”