Through the window, in the faint light of the rising moon, Tara stretched before her, negroes gone, acres desolate, barns ruined, like a body bleeding under her eyes, like her own body, slowly bleeding.

• 从窗口向外望，只见月亮正冉冉上升，淡淡的光华照着塔拉农庄在她面前伸展，但是黑人走了，田地荒芜，仓库焚毁，像个血淋淋的躯体躺在她的眼前，又像她自己的身子在缓缓地流血。