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"This, then, is your millennium," I said, as I turned on him in anger. "This dull, dead thing, with the work and the burden gone out of life, and with them all the joy and the sweetness of it. For the old struggle—mere stagnation; and in place of danger and death, the dull monotony of security and the horror of an unending decay! Give me back," I cried, "the old life of danger and stress, with its hard toil and its bitter changes, and its heartbreaks. Give me no rest," I cried aloud—
“原來，這就是你們的千年盛世，”我憤怒地對他說，“這個毫無趣味、沒有生氣的世界，生活中沒有了工作和與之有關的負擔，同時也就沒有了所有的快樂和甜蜜。原來的奮斗，現在變成了停滯；以前的危險和死亡，現在換來了單調的所謂安全和可怕的永遠不停的衰敗！把你們破壞的東西還給我，”我叫喊道，“過去那充滿危險和壓力的生活，包括那艱苦的勞動，令人難受的變化，和隨之而來的各種痛苦。我不要什么平靜！”我大聲叫嚷著。
"Yes, but give a rest to the rest of the corridor!" cried an angered voice.
“行，但是你也讓走廊里其他人清靜一會兒吧！”一個憤怒的聲音大叫道。
Suddenly my sleep had gone.
這時我突然醒了。
I was back again in the room of my hotel.
我發現自己回到了旅館的房間里。
