Death in Venice

“But you are staying on, signore; you are not afraid of the sickness.” Aschenbach looked at him. “The sickness?” he repeated.

瘟疫暗示推进弧，plot 93。

for some reason or other he turned round before crossing the threshold… his strangely twilight-gray eyes met those of Aschenbach

目光交接立欲望，cast 92。

he whispered the standing formula of the heart’s desire—impossible here, absurd, depraved, ludicrous and sacred nevertheless… “I love you!”

告白后立刻切瘟疫章，pace 91。

It was the smile of Narcissus as he bows his head over the mirroring water, that profound, fascinated, protracted smile

神话比喻密，prose 96。

he suddenly scented in the air a peculiar aroma… a sweetish, medicinal smell that suggested squalor and wounds and suspect cleanliness.

气味立病城，world 94。

On a spring afternoon in 19—, … Gustav Aschenbach… had set out from his apartment on the Prinzregentenstrasse in Munich to take a walk of some length by himself.

独行即命运起点，hook 94。

He meditated on the mysterious combination into which the canonical and the individual must enter for human beauty to come into being

美学沉思嵌欲望，innov 93。

He was carried to his room. And later that same day the world was respectfully shocked to receive the news of his death.

公众讣告冷收，ending 95。