Chapter 58 Chapter 54 Mr. Micawber's Affairs and Lawsuits

This is not the time for me to describe my state of mind under the weight of grief.I actually felt that my future was at an end, that all the energies and activities of my life were ended, and that I could find no escape but the grave.I said that I felt this way, not when the grief first hit, but gradually.If the events I relate had not been building up around me, scattering and confusing my grief when it first began, and spreading it out again as it faded, I probably would (though I myself do not I don’t think so) I fell into that state of mind from the very beginning.In fact, a considerable time elapsed before I became fully aware of my sorrow; during that time, I even felt that my sharpest pain was over; Including comforting my mind with the tender story that ended.

I have not yet been able to comprehend: when the suggestion that I should go abroad was first made, and how this opinion was agreed among us that I should restore my peace by means of circumstances and travel.The spirit of Agnes so pervaded our thoughts, words, and deeds in that sad day, and I believe that this plan is due to her influence, but her influence was so imperceptible. , so I can't tell. At this point, I did begin to think that when I associated her with the stained-glass windows of the church, I had a foreshadowing in my mind of who she would be to me in times of trouble in my life.In that moment of great sorrow, from that unforgettable moment when she raised her hand before me, she became a god in my deserted home.When I could bear to hear it told, I was told of my baby wife falling asleep smiling in her arms at the hour of death.When I awoke from the stupor, the first thing I became aware of were her tears of sympathy, and heard her words of encouragement and peace.Her gentle face, bent over my uncultivated heart, seemed to hang down from a place near heaven, and eased my sorrow.

Let me get on with it. I am going abroad.This point seems to have been settled among us from the beginning.Everything that could disappear from my late wife was buried at this time.I only await what Mr. Micawber calls "the final rout of Heep" and the departure of the settlers. We came to Canterbury, I mean my aunt, Agnes, and myself, at the invitation of Traddles, the warmest and most faithful friend of mine.We went directly to Mr. Micawber's as agreed.My friend has toiled there and at Mr. Wickfield's since our volcanic party.Poor Mrs. Micawber was greatly moved when I entered the room in mourning.There was a great deal of goodwill in Mrs. Micawber's heart which had not worn away through the years.

"Hey, Mr. and Mrs. Micawber," said my aunt when we sat down, "have you considered my advice about emigrating overseas?" "My dear lady," replied Mr. Micawber, "Mrs. Micawber, the conclusions expressed jointly and separately by your humble servants, and our children, I would do well in a To explain it in the words of a famous poet, that is: My boat has anchored, and my boat is going to sea. ①” "That's all right," said my aunt, "and I expect all sorts of good results from your reasonable decision." "It's your kindness, madam," he went on, and he took out a notepad to look at it, "As for the financial support needed to enable our stormy little boat to sail on the ocean of great enterprise, I have put in various Having reconsidered this important business, I have proposed that my promissory notes, which, of course, should be written on stamped notes in accordance with the various Acts of Parliament which have been applied to such papers, should be fixed at eighteen months, 24 months, 30 months. I had previously suggested 12 months, 18 months, 24 months; but I am afraid that I will not have enough time for the appropriate - opportunity - to arise. In Our harvest when a batch of promissory notes comes due," said Mr. Micawber, looking round the room, as if it were ripe patches of crop, which might not be very good, and which we might not have.Labor, I believe, will be hard to come by in that part of our colony, where we are destined to toil on that fertile plain. "

-------- ①Byron's poems, from "To Thomas Moore" ②According to British law, the IOU must be written in a legal stamped note to be valid. "As you see fit, sir," said my aunt. "Miss," he replied, "Mrs. Micawber and I are very grateful for the special kindness of our friend and benefactor. My wish is to follow the rules, and to be completely in order. When we are about to turn a new page , when we are about to take a step back and take an unusual leap, it is my pride (and to set an example for the children) that everything should be done as it is between man and man."

I don't know if Mr. Micawber's last remark meant anything, or if it was always said by other people; but he seemed to take great pride in it, repeating it with a very noticeable cough. Said: "It should be handled as between a man and a man." "I propose," said Mr. Micawber, "that promissory notes--a tool of business which, I believe, was invented by the Jews, and which I think the Jews have used too much--because promissory notes can Discounts. But, if bonds or any other security would be preferred, I must execute any security of that kind as between man and man."

My aunt said she thought there would be no difficulty on this question, since both sides were open to talk.Mr. Micawber agreed with her. "In terms of provision for future destiny, ma'am," said Mr. Micawber, with some degree of self-satisfaction, "I may report to you the preparations we have made. My oldest daughter goes every morning at five o'clock in the neighborhood to learn to milk a cow." process—if it can be called that. My younger children were ordered to observe the habits of the pigs and poultry kept by the poor of the town, and to observe as closely as they were permitted. In order to do this homework, and twice they were nearly trampled to death by cattle and sent home. During the past week, I have devoted myself to learning the art of baking bread; When he was in that line of work, he would drive the cattle—in our nature, I'm sorry to say, he didn't always get their permission, but was always scolded and driven away.

"All is well," said my aunt encouragingly. "I believe Mrs. Micawber is very busy." "My dear miss," said Mrs. Micawber, with seriousness, "I may admit that, though I was well aware that we were going to attach importance to farming and stockbreeding in the foreign country, we had not been actively When I can leave my housework behind, I take the time to correspond with my natal family in some detail. Because I feel, my dear Mr. Copperfield," said Mrs. Micawber (whether she At first she was talking to someone, but in the end she always regarded me as an obedient person, I believe, she has done this out of habit), "The time has come, the past should be put aside; my natal family should be with Micawber Mr. Micawber shall shake hands with my mother's family; and my mother's family shall be reconciled to Mr. Micawber as the lion shall lie down with the sheep."

I said, I think so too. "This, at least, my dear Mr. Copperfield," went on Mrs. Micawber, "is my opinion on the subject. When I lived at home with my father and mother, when in our little circle we discussed On any question, my father always asked: 'What does my Emma think of this question?' I know, my father is too partial; , I must have an opinion, even if my opinion is not convincing." "No problem. Of course you will, ma'am," said my aunt. "Indeed," agreed Mrs. Micawber; "well, I may be wrong in my conclusion; very likely; but it is my personal impression that the distance between my natal family and Mr. Micawber Well, it is probably caused by a kind of worry on the part of my natal family. My natal family is afraid that Mr. Micawber will need financial support. I can't help thinking," said Mrs. Micawber with a discerning expression. "Someone in my natal family was apprehensive that Mr. Micawber would borrow their name.—I don't mean christening our children at christenings, but on promissory notes, discounted in the money markets. "

Mrs. Micawber announced this discovery with such an air of intelligence, as if no one had thought of it before, that my aunt seemed to be annoyed, and she replied without thinking: "Well, ma'am, on the whole, I believe you're right!" "As Mr. Micawber is about to break free from the money chains which have fettered him for so many years," said Mrs. Micawber, "to start a new life in a place where he can make the most of his talents--this, I think, is This is very important, for Mr. Micawber's talent needs space--I feel that my natal family should come forward to commend it. What I hope is that a party will be given at the expense of my natal family, so that Mr. Micawber To be there with my natal family, where a significant member of my natal family can toast Mr Micawber's health and development, and where Mr Micawber can give his opinion."

"My dear," said Mr. Micawber, more or less indignantly, "I had better say plainly at once, that if I were to express an opinion about those people, it would be considered offensive; for my The impression is that your natal family, in a word, is a group of vulgar worldly swindlers; in other words, they are outright villains!" "Micawber," said Mrs. Micawber, shaking her head, "no! You never knew them, and they never knew you." Mr. Micawber coughed. "They never knew you, Micawber," said his wife. "Perhaps they haven't. That's their misfortune. I can pity them for their misfortune." "If I should go too far, my dear Emma," said Mr. Micawber, after some calm, "I am very sorry. All I have to say is that I have not been honored by your natal family—Jane In short, with a sarcastic shrug of their shoulders at parting—I could also go abroad. In general, I would rather go abroad with the original impetus. Rather than be accelerated by so few people. At the same time, I My dear, if they bother to answer your letter—which, judging by our common experience, is also very suspicious—it is by no means me to throw cold water on your wishes.” Having thus settled the matter peacefully, Mr. Micawber stretched out his arms to Mrs. Micawber, and glanced at the pile of ledgers and papers on the table before Traddles, saying that they did not wish to disturb us, and Went away politely. "My dear Copperfield," said Traddles, leaning back in his chair with the zeal that burned his eyes and gave his hair every shape, when they were gone, "I no longer count on business. The reason to bother you is no excuse for me, for I know you are interested in the matter, too. It may relieve your troubles. My dear friend, I hope you are not too tired?" "I've recovered," I said after a pause. "If we're thinking of anyone else, it's my aunt. Do you know how much she's done?" "Of course, of course," replied Traddles, "who could forget?" "But that's not enough," I said. "During the last fortnight she's had new troubles. She's been in and out of London every day. On several occasions she's been out early in the morning and late at night. Come back. Last night, Traddles, it was almost midnight when she came home, though she knew she was going to make the trip next day. You know how considerate she is to not tell me what troubles her. " When I said this, my aunt was pale, with deep wrinkles on her face, and she sat there motionless.After I finished speaking, several tears flowed down her cheeks.She puts her hand on mine. "It's nothing, Tro, it's nothing. It's really over. You'll find out by time. Now, Agnes, my dear, let us attend to all this." "I should do Mr. Micawber's justice," began Traddles, "though he never seems to have done anything seriously for himself, yet he is a most tireless man when it comes to doing things for others." I've never seen a man like that. If he's going on like this, he's practically two hundred years old by now. His unrelenting zeal, his madness to study papers and accounts day and night Added to this agitated obsession with the profusion of letters he wrote to me at his house and at Mr. Wickfield's (it would have been easier to talk when he sat across the table, and he wrote letters across the table too. ), are truly astonishing.” "Letters!" cried my aunt. "I believe he is dreaming in letters!" "And Mr. Dick," said Traddles, "has done a marvelous job too! As soon as he ceases to watch Uriah Heep (and when he did he was the closest watcher I ever saw), Mr. Wickfield began to look after Mr. Wickfield. In fact, his eagerness to serve our investigations, his deeds in the selection, transcription, collection and removal of documents, are real to us. encourage. "Dick's an extraordinary man," cried my aunt. "I've always said so. You know it, Troll." "It is a pleasant thing to say, Miss Wickfield," said Traddles, again at once, with great delicacy and sincerity, "that Mr. Wickfield has improved a great deal during your stay. The evil spirit was rid of, the shadow of terror was removed from his life, and he was almost a different man. Sometimes even his impaired memory and ability to concentrate on a certain matter were greatly improved. Well; he has been able to help us by explaining things which, if he had not done so, would have been difficult, if not impossible, for us to do. What I should do, however, is to present the results to you report, and this is very brief; not all the hopeful things I have seen, or I should never be able to finish." His innocent air and gratifying confession made it clear that he said it to please us, to let Agnes know that her father had greater confidence, and not to disappoint everyone. "Here, let me see," said Traddles, looking at the papers on the table, "after taking stock of our funds, and after taking account of many unintentional and deliberate Mr Feld can now close his business as well as agency trust business without any deficit.” "Oh, thank God!" cried Agnes enthusiastically. "However," said Traddles, "the money left over for his maintenance--and I assume the house is sold at once, including this--would not be more than a few hundred pounds at most, so Miss Wickfield Better think about whether he should keep the estate agency he's managed so long. His friends can advise him, you know, that he's free now. Yourselves, Miss Wickfield— Copperfield—I—” "I have considered it, Trotwood," said Agnes, looking at me, "and it seems to me that it should not, and should never, be advised, even by a friend to whom I am very grateful and indebted. " "I hate to say I'm advising," said Traddles, "I just think I should bring it up. That's all." "I am glad to hear you say that," said Agnes firmly, "for what you say makes me hope and almost believe that we see the same thing. Dear Mr. Traddles, dear Trotwood, as long as papa Innocence restored, what more could I expect? I kept thinking, I wish I could relieve him of his suffering, repay the small portion of what I owe him for the love he has shown me, and dedicate my life to him. This is the highest I have had in years To have me bear the burden of our future life is the second greatest happiness I can think of—after having him freed from all trust and responsibility." "Have you thought of what to do, Agnes?" "Think often! I am not afraid, my dear Trotwood. I am sure of success. There are so many people here who know and value me that I can be trusted. Do not doubt me. We need not much. If I Let that dear old house, and set up a school, and I'll be a useful, happy man." She said the above words enthusiastically and calmly, very happy.This made me remember that dear old house vividly, and then also my deserted home.I was speechless with excitement.For a moment Traddles pretended to be leafing through the papers. "Secondly, Miss Trotwood," said Traddles, "your property." "Well, sir," said my aunt, with a sigh, "all I have to say is: if that fortune is lost, I can bear it; and if it isn't, I'm glad to have it back." "The sum, I believe, was eight thousand pounds, and was a Consol?" said Traddles. "Not bad!" my aunt replied. "I've found no more than five..." said Traddles in a panic. "--thousands, you mean?" my aunt asked calmly, "is it still pounds?" "Five thousand pounds," said Traddles. "That's all," answered my aunt. "I sold three thousand myself. One thousand I paid for your studies, Trol, my dear; and the other two thousand I kept with me. With the rest lost, I thought it best to say nothing about this one and keep it in the dark for a rainy day. I'll see how you get through the rough times, Trol; you've done well— —Fortitude, independence, self-denial! Dick too. Don't talk to me, because I think my nerves are a little disturbed!" Seeing her sitting there upright with her arms folded, no one believed that she would have any uneasiness; but her self-control was very strong. "Well, it's very pleasant to say," exclaimed Traddles, beaming, "we've got all the money back!" "Don't congratulate me, everybody don't do it!" cried my aunt. "How did you get it back, sir?" "You think the money has been misused by Mr. Wickfield?" said Traddles. "Of course I think so," said my aunt, "and so I have remained calm and silent. Agnes, say no more." "The debentures were actually sold," said Traddles, "because he took disposition from you, but I need not say who sold them, or who actually signed them. Later, the The villain lied to Mr. Wickfield--and proved it with figures--that he kept the money to meet other shortfalls, and said that it was based on general instructions. Being under the control of Uriah, Wickfield Mr. De is so weak that he paid you interest several times later, even though he knew that the principal he said no longer existed. In this way, he became a person who participated in this fraud." "In the end he took the blame himself," added my aunt, "and wrote me a wildly worded letter, calling himself a robber and accusing himself of a crime never before seen. When I received that letter, I Visited him early one morning and asked for a candle to burn the letter. I also told him that if he could do justice for me and himself, then do it; if not, keep it a secret for his daughter's sake. —if anything speaks to me, I'm going to get out of here!" None of us spoke, and Agnes hid her face. "Well, my dear friend," said my aunt after a pause, "you have really got the money back from him?" "Well, the truth is," said Traddles, "Mr. and Mrs. Micawber's reforms are so watertight that if one old reason doesn't hold water, there are always plenty of new ones to come, and he can't get away from us. ...and the most astonishing thing is that--I really didn't think of it--he went out of his way to get this money not only to satisfy his unnatural greed, but also because he hated Copperfield. He told me so plainly. He said he would even pay so much to hinder or injure Copperfield." "Ha!" said my aunt, frowning thoughtfully, looking at Agnes, "what is the matter with him?" "I don't know," said Traddles. "He took his begging, begging, denouncing mother away from here. They left on the night train to London. I don't know any more about him, only Knowing that he went away with evident ill will towards me. He seemed to think he was as persecuted by me as he was by Mr. Micawber. I thought—and I told him so—that it was quite a compliment.” "Do you think he's rich, Traddles?" I asked. "Oh, God, I think he has," he replied, shaking his head seriously. "I'd say he's got a lot of money in one way or another. But, Copperfield, if you've had a chance to observe His experience. I believe, you will find that, in any case, money can not keep that man from doing evil. He is such a natural hypocrite, no matter what he wants to achieve, he never refuses to make direct progress from the right path. This is his appearance. The only compensation for that cautious tightness in life. As he prostrates himself on the ground toward this or that goal, he is forever exaggerating as opponents those he meets in his way; The man in the middle is hating or jealous. So the crooked path can be made more crooked at any time for little reason or no reason. Just think of his history here," "You'll see," said Traddles. "He's a vile monster!" said my aunt. "I really don't know," said Traddles thoughtfully. "Many people can be very mean if they put their minds to it." "Well, tell me about Mr. Micawber," said my aunt. "Ah," said Traddles cheerfully, "I should have a great deal of praise for Mr. Micawber. If he had not been able to endure and persevere so long, we would not have been able to do anything worth mentioning here." I think, too, that when we think of Mr. Micawber's compromise of silence with Uriah Heep, we must also affirm that Mr. Micawber was doing justice for justice's sake." "I thought so too," I said. "Here, what are you going to give him?" asked my aunt. "Oh! before you get to that," said Traddles, with some unease, "I'm afraid I think there are two things which ought to be mentioned (because I cannot cover them all)—that we have used such a difficult This unlawful way of dealing with it is illegal from beginning to end. Mr. Micawber wrote him IOUs for advances, etc.—" "Oh! That must be returned," said my aunt. "Yes, but I don't know when Uriah will prosecute on these IOUs, nor where they are," said Traddles, eyes open; "I reckon Mr. Micawber will be arrested or punished at any moment. , before he left." "Then he should recover his freedom in time and avoid punishment." My aunt said, "How much is the total?" "Why, Mr. Micawber has quite the grandeur of keeping these business--what he calls business--in a ledger," replied Traddles, smiling; shilling." "How much shall we give him, including that?" said my aunt. "Agnes, my dear, you and I can discuss how to share the burden later. How much should he be given? Five hundred pounds?" At this Traddles and I both began to speak at once.The two of us advocated giving him a small amount in cash and paying his debt to Uriah unconditionally.We propose that Mr. Micawber, in addition to his family's traveling and outfitting expenses, be given a hundred pounds, and that Mr. Micawber's repayment of this advance should be carefully laid out, as it will give him a sense of responsibility, and This sense of responsibility will serve him well.On this point I also suggest that I should explain his character and history to Mr. Peggotty (whom I know to be trustworthy), and then secretly entrust Mr. Peggotty to hand over the One hundred pounds.I would further suggest that Mr. Micawber should be very interested in Mr. Peggotty by telling them what I thought should or could be said about Mr. Peggotty, and to try to get them to of mutual interest.These proposals were enthusiastically endorsed by all; and I may here say that, in a short time, the persons in question carried it out in a friendly and amicable manner themselves. Seeing Traddles look now anxiously at my aunt again, I reminded him of another subject which he had said should not be left unmentioned, namely the second point. "I hope you and your aunt will forgive me, Copperfield, if I touch on a painful subject, for fear I should hurt you," said Traddles hesitantly; You are still necessary. On that memorable day of Mr. Micawber's revelation, Uriah Heep menacingly mentioned your aunt's husband." The aunt remained seated, nodding her head evidently still calmly. "No." My aunt replied. "Is there really—forgive me—such a man, and can he be completely manipulated?" "Yes, my good friend," said my aunt. Traddles, with a visibly grimace, explained that he had been unable to study the subject, as it was not included in his terms, and it was as unfortunate as Mr. Micawber's debt.We can no longer control Uriah Heep; if he could hurt or distress us all or anyone among us, no doubt he would. My aunt remained calm; then tears rolled down her cheeks. "You're right," she said, "you mention it wisely." "Can I—or Copperfield—use any help in this?" said Traddles softly. "No," said my aunt. "I thank you very much. Trol, my dear, that threat is no use! Let us ask Mr. and Mrs. Micawber to come back. Y'all don't talk to me!" She While speaking, he straightened his clothes, looked at the door, and sat there upright. "Hey, Mr and Mrs Micawber!" my aunt said as they came in, "I'm sorry you've been waiting so long while we were discussing your immigration plans; The method will tell you." The children were also present, and she explained these arrangements to the whole family with such satisfaction that Mr. Micawber resumed his habit of being very swift in all promissory note business; Immediately rushed out to buy stamps for promissory notes.However, his excitement was immediately hit hard. Five minutes later, he was escorted back by a bailiff.He told us tearfully: everything is over.It was certainly a good thing Uriah Heep did, but we were well prepared and paid for it quickly.Another five minutes later, Mr. Micawber was sitting at the table, with an expression of utter joy--only that pleasant work or punch-making could brighten his glowing face--filling out the IOU .He wrote those IOUs with an artist's taste, decorated them like a painting, looked at them sideways, and solemnly entered the date and amount in a pocket notebook.After writing it down, he made some perceptual reflections on the precious value of these IOUs, which is really impressive when he does so. "Well, if you will allow me to give you a piece of advice, sir," said my aunt, looking at him silently, "you'd better never do it again." "Miss," replied Mr. Micawber, "I am going to make such an oath on the next page--Mrs. Micawber can testify. I believe," said Mr. Micawber solemnly, " My son Wilkin will always remember that he would rather put his hands in the fire than touch the poisonous snake that had robbed his unfortunate father of his heart!" He who had been deeply moved just now was soon again Disappointment incarnate.Mr. Micawber looked at the vipers, whose admiration he had not quite abated, with sullen loathing, and folded them up and put them in his pocket. That was the end of the evening's activities.Sorrow and fatigue have overwhelmed us, and my aunt and I have resolved to return to London to-morrow.It was then agreed that Mr. Micawber would come with us after he had sold his movable property to a second-hand dealer; Niss went to London too without waiting for those arrangements to be made.We spent that night in the old house.The Heeps were gone, and it was like a plague had been driven out of the old house.I lay down in my old room like a shipwrecked bum who has just gotten home. Next day we went back to my aunt's cottage--not to mine; and when she and I sat together at bedtime, as in old days, she said: "Trow, do you really want to know what's been on my mind lately?" "I should like to know, Auntie. If there was ever a time when I was troubled by you having a sorrow and a care I could not share, it is now." "You're sad enough without my little trouble, child," said my aunt kindly, "Tro, I won't keep anything from you for any reason." "I understand that very well," I said, "but please tell me now." "Would you like to take a short ride with me tomorrow morning?" my aunt asked. "certainly." "At nine o'clock," she said, "I will tell you then, my dear." We set off punctually at nine o'clock in a little hansom for London.Finally, we came to a big hospital.A very simple and unadorned hearse was parked near the hospital.The coachman recognized my aunt and grandma, and slowly drove the car away according to her gestures, and we followed behind. "You know now, Trol," said the aunt, "he's gone!" "Did he die in this hospital?" "yes." She sat motionless next to me.However, I saw tears streaming down her face again. "He has lived there once," said my aunt then, "and he has been ill for a long time—for so many years, a man of decay. When he learned of his condition during his last illness, he begged to be notified. Me. He felt guilty and regretful at the time. Very regretful." "I know, you have gone, auntie." "I went. Afterwards, I spent a lot of time with him." "Did he die the night before we went to Canterbury?" I said. My aunt nodded. "No one can hurt him now," she said. "It's useless to threaten him." We drove out of town to Hornsey Cemetery. "It's better here than wandering the streets," said my aunt. "He was born here." We got out of the car and followed the modest hearse to a corner I still remember well, where the funeral took place. "36 years ago today, my dear," my aunt said as we walked back to the carriage, "I got married. God forgive us all!" We sat in silence; so she sat beside me and held my hand for a long time; then suddenly she wept, and said: "He was a handsome man when I married him, Troo—and then, sadly, he changed!" But it didn't last long.After crying, she soon calmed down, and even cheered up a little.She said she was a little nervous, or else she wouldn't be.God forgive us all! So we hurried back to her cottage in Highgate, where we found the following note from Mr Micawber, delivered by morning post: My dear miss and Copperfield: The beauty of hope that just appeared on the horizon has been unable to break through Surrounded by the dense mist of the sky, the eyes of the poor doomed wanderer can no longer see it. Another subpoena issued for Heap's other case against Micawber (by 西敏寺皇家最高法院发出），该案的被告已成为本区掌有法律管辖权的法警之猎物了。 正是此日，正是此时， 就在前线崩溃时， 敌方那威骄的国王爱德华到了 ——与之而来的是铁链和奴役！ ① -------- ①这是苏格兰诗人彭斯的诗句，原题为《布鲁斯在班诺克本战场的演说》。 我就要置身于那法警拘捕中，置身于一个一个匆匆的结局了（由于精神上的痛苦超过一定限度后是不能忍受的，而我觉得我已经达到那限度了）。祝福你们，祝福你们！将来的旅人，由于好奇（让我们希望除了好奇还有同情）而访问本地债务人拘留所时，在巡视那里的墙壁时，或许会（我相信一定会）对那些生出无限遐想，因为看见了那用锈钉刻下的模糊缩写姓名： 威，米 星期五于坎特伯雷 又乃：我重新开封启告，我们共同的朋友托马斯·特拉德尔先生（他还未离开我们，他一切都很好），已用特洛伍德小姐尊贵的名义偿还了债务和讼费；我自己和全家又处在红尘中幸福之巅了。