In the glaring night-hours, when his brain seemed ablaze, he was visited by a sense of his fixed identity, of his irreducible, inexpugnable selfness, keener, more insidious, more unescapable, than any sensation he had ever known.

在刺眼夜晚，当他乎在燃烧时，他被一种固定身份感，一种不简化、无自我感所拜访，这种感觉比他所知道任何感觉都更敏锐、更阴险、更无法逃避。