Like when they go extra fast , cursing in the cracks , just onward and upward ......
就像是他们飞快的攀爬，不停的诅咒着裂缝，只有步步向前和向上……
Father was driven by , and hence drove his family with his forceful ambitions , his greed and his vanity , pushing us ever onward to seek out and to achieve position even higher than he himself had been able to grasp .
Continually , indeed , as it stole onward , the streamlet kept up a babble , kind , quiet , soothing , but melancholy , like the voice of a young child that was spending its infancy without playfulness , and knew not how to be merry among sad acquaintance and events of sombre hue .
