We are in the position of a little child entering a
huge library, whose walls are covered to the ceiling with books in many
different languages. The child knows that someone must have written those
books. It (sic) does not know who or how. It (sic) does not understand the the languages in
which they are written. The child notes a definite plan in the arrangement of
the books, a mysterious order, which it does not comprehend but only dimly
suspects.
我们就像是一个很小很小的孩子走进一个很大很大的图书馆,图书馆的墙连至屋顶都被各种语言的书所覆盖.这个孩子知道一定有一个人写了这些书,但他不知道是谁,也不知道那个人怎样写出的它们. 书中的语言孩子也无法懂得.这个孩子注意到了书是按一定的计划排列的,一种特别的顺序.对于这些,他并无法完全理解,只是模糊地猜测着