Trollope is sometimes considered a niche author for greying Anglophiles.

特罗洛普有时被认为是一位专为英老年人士写小众作家。

Trollope, we know, wronged himself by the tone and manner of his reminiscences; but that tone and manner indicated an inferiority of mind, of nature.

我们知道，特罗洛普在回忆时语气和方式让自己感到委屈。但是那种语气和举止表想和自然自卑。

A big, blusterous, genial brute of a Trollope could very fairly hold his own, and exact at all events an acceptable share in the profits of his work.

一个高大、狂暴、和蔼特罗洛普野蛮人以非常公平地拥有自己财产，并且在任何情况下都以从他工作利润中获得接受份额。

Trollope himself tells how he surprised the editor of a periodical, who wanted a serial from him, by asking how many thousand words it should run to; an anecdote savouring indeed of good old days.

特罗洛普自己讲述他是如何让一个期刊编辑感到惊讶，他想从他那里得到一个连载，问他应该写多少万字；一则轶事确实让人回想起过去美好时光。

Dickens — though he died in the endeavour to increase (not for himself) an already ample fortune, disastrous influence of his time and class — wrought with an artistic ingenuousness and fervour such as Trollope could not even conceive.

狄更斯——尽管他死于增加（不是为他自己）本已丰厚财富，他时代和阶级灾难性影响——以特罗洛普甚至无法想象艺术天真和热情创作。