With a faint hum and rattle the moving racks crawled imperceptibly through the weeks and the recapitulated aeons to where, in the Decanting Room, the newly-unbottled babes uttered their first yell of horror and amazement.
瓶架带着轻微的嗡嗡声和轧轧声,带着重新获得的永恒,一礼拜一礼拜难

地移动着。直到那一天,新换瓶的胎儿在换瓶室发出了第一声害怕而吃惊的尖叫。

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,没有人这样做过。




