It was the best of times , it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom , it was the age of foolishness , it was the epoch of belief , it was the epoch of incredulity , it was the season of Light , it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope , it was the winter of despair,we had everything before us , we had nothing before us ,we were all going direct to Heaven , we were all going direct the other way —in short , the period was so far like the present period , that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received , for good or for evil , in the superlative degree of comparison only .------The period

那是最美好的时代，那是最糟糕的时代；那是智慧的年头，那是愚昧的年头；那是信仰的时期，那是怀疑的时期；那是光明的季节，那是黑暗的季节；那是希望的春天，那是失望的冬天；我们全都在直奔天堂，我们全都在直奔相反的方向--简而言之，那时跟现在非常相象，某些最喧嚣的权威坚持要用形容词的最高级来形容它。说它好，是最高级的；说它不好，也是最高级的。
shield and trident 盾、戟罗马神话中海神执持物，象征对海权的控制。

the Greatnesses , and myriads of small creatures 显赫人物和芸芸众生

 sleepy……

The hearts of the passengers beat loud enough perhaps to be heard ; but at any rate , the quiet pause was audibly expressive of people out of breath , and holding the breath , and having the pulses quickened by expectation.

"For I'm a devil at a quick mistake , and when I make one it takes the form of Lead.------The Mail"我可是个很容易出错的家伙，而且一错你就得挨枪子儿。

       A wonderful fact to reflect upon , that every human creature is constituted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other . A solemn consideration , when I enter a great city by night , that every one of those darkly clustered houses encloses its own secret ; that every room in every one of them enclosed its own secret ; that every breathing heart in the hundreds of thousands of breasts there , is, in some of its imaginings , a secret to the heart nearest it ! Something of the awfulness , even of Death itself , is referable to this .No more can I turn the leaves of this dear book that I loved , and vainly hope in time to read it all . No more can I look into the depths of this unfathomable water, wherein , as momentary lights glanced into it , I have had glimpses of buried treature and other things submerged . It was appointed that the book should shut with a spring , for ever and for ever , when I had read but a page . It was appointed that the water should be locked in an eternal frost , when the light was playing on its surface , and I stood in ignorance on the shore . My friend is dead , my neighbour is dead , my love , the darling of my soul , is dead ;  it is the inexorable consolidation and perpetuation of the secret that was always in that individuality , and which I shall carry in mine to my life's end . In any of the burial-places of this city through which I pass , is there a sleeper more inscrutable than its busy inhabitants are , in their innermost personality , to me or than I am to them ?