雨果 悲惨世界 英文版1-第135章

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in　particular；for　in　our　century　it　is　woman　who　suffers　the　most；　and　in　this　exile　of　the　cloister　there　is　something　of　protestation；the　female　convent　has　incontestably　a　certain　majesty。
　　This　cloistered　existence　which　is　so　austere；　so　depressing；　a　few　of　whose　features　we　have　just　traced；　is　not　life；　for　it　is　not　liberty；　it　is　not　the　tomb；　for　it　is　not　plenitude；　it　is　the　strange　place　whence　one　beholds；　as　from　the　crest　of　a　lofty　mountain；　on　one　side　the　abyss　where　we　are；　on　the　other；　the　abyss　whither　we　shall　go；　it　is　the　narrow　and　misty　frontier　separating　two　worlds；　illuminated　and　obscured　by　both　at　the　same　time；　where　the　ray　of　life　which　has　bee　enfeebled　is　mingled　with　the　vague　ray　of　death；　it　is　the　half　obscurity　of　the　tomb。
　　We；　who　do　not　believe　what　these　women　believe；　but　who；　like　them；　live　by　faith；we　have　never　been　able　to　think　without　a　sort　of　tender　and　religious　terror；　without　a　sort　of　pity；　that　is　full　of　envy；　of　those　devoted；　trembling　and　trusting　creatures；　of　these　humble　and　august　souls；　who　dare　to　dwell　on　the　very　brink　of　the　mystery；　waiting　between　the　world　which　is　closed　and　heaven　which　is　not　yet　open；　turned　towards　the　light　which　one　cannot　see；　possessing　the　sole　happiness　of　thinking　that　they　know　where　it　is；　aspiring　towards　the　gulf；　and　the　unknown；　their　eyes　fixed　motionless　on　the　darkness；　kneeling；　bewildered；　stupefied；　shuddering；　half　lifted；　at　times；　by　the　deep　breaths　of　eternity。