For me the most interesting thing about a solitary life,and mine has been that for the last twenty years,is that it becomes increasingly rewarding.
对我而言,独身生活中最有趣的——也是我最近20年以来深有体会的——就是它使生活变得越来越有情调了。当我早展醒来看到太阳从大海上冉冉升起的时候——尽管我几乎每天都是如此——我就知道面前将有没人打搅的整整一天时间了。
When I can wake up and watch the sun rise over the ocean,as I do most days,and know that I have an entire day ahead,uninterrupted,in which to write a few pages,take a walk with my dog,lie down in the afternoon for a think（Why does one think better in a horizontal position?),read and listen to music,I am flooded with happiness.
在这一天里，我可以悠闲地写几页文章，可以带着狗散散步,午后还可以躺下来思考思考问题(为什么平躺的时候更加有利于思考呢?)，看看书，听听音乐，心中洋溢着快乐之情。
I am lonely only when I am overtired,when I have worked too long without a break,when for the time being I feel empty and need filling up.
只有在我过度疲劳的时候，或是在我工作太久而没有休息的时候,或是在我当时觉得空虚因而需要充实的时候，我才会感到孤独。
And I am lonely sometimes when I come back home after a lecture trip,when I have seen a lot of people and talked a lot,and am full to the brim with experience that needs to be sorted out.
而有时，当我在外地演讲后赶回家的时候，当我和许多人见面并且交谈甚多的时候，当许多经历多得要溢出来，因而需要整理的时候，我才会感到孤独。
Then for a little while the house feels huge and empty,and I wonder where myself is hiding.
也许通过给花草浇水，并对其逐一端详，好像端详人一样;也许通过喂那两只猫和做一餐饭，我才能又慢慢捕捉到自我了。
It has been recaptured slowly by watering the plants,perhaps,and looking again at each one as though it were a person,by feeding the two cats,by cooking a meal.
那个时候，房子一度让人觉得太大、太空，而我却不知道自我藏身于何处。
It takes a while,as I watch the surf blowing up in fountains at the end of the field,but the moment when the world falls away,and the self emerges again from the deep unconsciousness,bringing back all I have recently experienced to be explored and slowly understood,when I can converse again with my hidden powers,and so grow,and so be rewarded,till death do us part.
过了一会儿，我看到地平线的尽头海浪如泉水般喷涌，那一刻，世界消逝殆尽了，而自我从深层的无意识中再一次浮现，这才使我想起最近所经历的一切，让我去探究、去慢了解。此时，我又能与隐藏的力量交流了，于是我又在成长，并在成长中得到回报，直到死亡将我们分开。
