From the depths of my being an uprush of joy, like a waterspout, sprang high to storm the skies.

从我的内心深处涌出一股喜悦， 卷风一样， 高高地冲向天空。

She had an idea that he would welcome an uprush of emotion which would liberate him from his nightmare of resentment, but that, in his pathetic folly, he would fight when it came with all his might against it.

有一个想法， 他会欢迎情绪的激， 使他从怨恨的噩梦中解脱出来，但是，在他可悲的愚蠢中， 他会竭尽全力抵抗它。