8．8 Exercises练习
Passage translation．
My Friend，Albert Einstein
When his wife died he was deeply shaken，but insisted that now more than ever was the time to be working hard．I remember going to his house to work with him during that sad time．His face was haggard and grief-lined，but he put forth a great effort to concentrate．To help him，I steered the discussion away from routine matters into more difficult theoretical problems，and Einstein gradually became absorbed in the discussion．We kept at it for some two hours，and at the end his eyes were no longer sad．As I left，he thanked me with moving sincerity．“It was a fun，”he said．He had had a moment of surcease from grief，and then groping words expressed a deep emotion．
Einstein was an accomplished amateur musician．We used to play duets，he on the violin，I at the piano．One day he surprised me by saying Mozart was the greatest composer of all．Beethoven“created”his music，but the music of Mozart was of such purity and beauty one felt he had merely“found”it—that it had always existed as part of the inner beauty of the Universe，waiting to be revealed．