The anguish of Sunday evening is our conscience trying to stir us inarticulately into making more of ourselves.

上班前夜内心的苦楚，其实是我们的良心在以这种难以名状的方式提醒我们要做自己。

Mrs Robicsek spread her stiff hands inarticulately across her waist.

罗勃克塞克太太把她僵硬的双手摊开在她的腰上。