Superstation was with me at that moment; but it was not yet her hour for complete victory: my blood was still warm; the mood of the revolted slave was still bracing me with its bitter vigour; I had to stem a rapid rush of retro-spective thought before I quailed to the dismal present.
那时候我很迷信，不过眼下它还没到完全能占上风的时候；我的火气还很旺，起来造反的奴隶那种怨气冲天的心情还在激励着我，要我向黯淡的现实低头，还得首先能克制住不再去想那如潮的往事才行。
