There was a tremendous commotion--wings beating, feet racing, water churned to a froth.

真是好大一阵骚动呀——那么多双翅膀都在拍打，那么多双脚都在划动，搅得池塘的水都泛起了泡沫。

With him, truth seemed too clean and pure an abstraction to be so hopelessly churned in with error as practical persons find it.

对他来说，真理似乎太干净、太抽象了， 不可能像务实的人发现的那样无可救药地混入错误。