She was no dazzling executant; her runs were not at all like strings of pearls, and she struck no more right notes than was suitable for one of her age and situation. Nor was she the passionate young lady, who performs so tragically on a summer's evening with the window open. Passion was there, but it could not be easily labelled; it slipped between love and hatred and jealousy, and all the furniture of the pictorial style. （沒有足夠的語境。（這里需要句號嗎？））她不是令人炫目的人，她的奔跑一點也不像串一串的珍珠，她只做符合她年齡和境況的得體的事情。她也不是充滿激情的年輕女士，那種在夏天的夜晚，窗戶大開，遭遇悲慘的女士。激情是有，但不容易被定性，它介于愛、恨和嫉妒之間，所有家具都是圖畫般的。 她不是一位光彩奪目的演奏家；她彈的速奏段子根本不像一串串珠子般圓潤，而她彈出的正確音符也不比像她那種年齡和地位的人所應(yīng)彈出的更多。她也不是一位熱情奔放的小姐，在一個夏日的傍晚打開了窗子，演奏悲悲切切的曲調(diào)。演奏中有的是熱情，不過這份熱情很難加以歸類；它介于愛與恨與嫉妒之間，溶化在形象化的演奏風(fēng)格的所有內(nèi)涵之中。