At night, when the curtains are drawn and the fire flickers, my books attain a collective dignity.

At night, when the curtains are drawn and the fire flickers, my books attain a collective dignity.

晚上，当窗帘拉上，炉火摇曳，我的书获得了集体的尊严。

-- E. M. Forster E·M·福斯特