A young fellow recently finished the works of Thomas Carlyle, winding up, if we remember aright, with the ten note-books upon Frederick the Great. "What!" cried the young fellow, in consternation, "is there no more Carlyle? Am I left to the daily papers?" A more celebrated instance is that of Alexander, who wept bitterly because he had no more worlds to subdue. And when Gibbon had finished the DECLINE AND FALL, he had only a few moments of joy; and it was with a "sober melancholy" that he parted from his labours.
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最近，一位年轻人读完了托马斯*卡莱尔的著作。如果我没记错的'话，关于腓特列大帝的笔记他记了整整十本。“什么？”这个年轻人惊恐地叫道：“没有卡莱尔的书可读了？那我只能看看日报了？”另一个比较有名的例子是亚历山大，他因为已没有国家供他征服而号啕大哭。 当吉本完成《罗马帝国衰亡史》，也只不过高兴了一时，然后带着清醒而又抑郁的心情，他向往日的劳动成果挥手作别。
