Question

PS4安装了一段时间以后怎么会变为英文版的

Answer 1

因为不知道LZ求的是哪一章……所以把英文全文的网址发给你……

第一章
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times,it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness,it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity,it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness,it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair,we had everything before us, we had nothing before us,we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going directthe other way--in short, the period was so far like the presentperiod, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on itsbeing received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degreeof comparison only.

There were a king with a large jaw and a queen with a plain face,on the throne of England; there were a king with a large jaw anda queen with a fair face, on the throne of France. In bothcountries it was clearer than crystal to the lords of the Statepreserves of loaves and fishes, that things in general weresettled for ever.

It was the year of Our Lord one thousand seven hundred andseventy-five. Spiritual revelations were conceded to England atthat favoured period, as at this. Mrs. Southcott had recentlyattained her five-and-twentieth blessed birthday, of whom aprophetic private in the Life Guards had heralded the sublimeappearance by announcing that arrangements were made for theswallowing up of London and Westminster. Even the Cock-laneghost had been laid only a round dozen of years, after rappingout its messages, as the spirits of this very year last past(supernaturally deficient in originality) rapped out theirs.Mere messages in the earthly order of events had lately come tothe English Crown and People, from a congress of British subjectsin America: which, strange to relate, have proved more importantto the human race than any communications yet received throughany of the chickens of the Cock-lane brood.

France, less favoured on the whole as to matters spiritual thanher sister of the shield and trident, rolled with exceedingsmoothness down hill, making paper money and spending it.Under the guidance of her Christian pastors, she entertainedherself, besides, with such humane achievements as sentencinga youth to have his hands cut off, his tongue torn out withpincers, and his body burned alive, because he had not kneeleddown in the rain to do honour to a dirty procession of monkswhich passed within his view, at a distance of some fifty orsixty yards. It is likely enough that, rooted in the woods ofFrance and Norway, there were growing trees, when that suffererwas put to death, already marked by the Woodman, Fate, to comedown and be sawn into boards, to make a certain movable frameworkwith a sack and a knife in it, terrible in history. It is likelyenough that in the rough outhouses of some tillers of the heavylands adjacent to Paris, there were sheltered from the weatherthat very day, rude carts, bespattered with rustic mire, snuffedabout by pigs, and roosted in by poultry, which the Farmer, Death,had already set apart to be his tumbrils of the Revolution.But that Woodman and that Farmer, though they work unceasingly,work silently, and no one heard them as they went about withmuffled tread: the rather, forasmuch as to entertain any suspicionthat they were awake, was to be atheistical and traitorous.

In England, there was scarcely an amount of order and protectionto justify much national boasting. Daring burglaries by armedmen, and highway robberies, took place in the capital itselfevery night; families were publicly cautioned not to go out oftown without removing their furniture to upholsterers' warehousesfor security; the highwayman in the dark was a City tradesman inthe light, and, being recognised and challenged by his fellow-tradesman whom he stopped in his character of "the Captain,"gallantly shot him through the head and rode away; the mall waswaylaid by seven robbers, and the guard shot three dead, and thengot shot dead himself by the other four, "in consequence of thefailure of his ammunition:" after which the mall was robbed inpeace; that magnificent potentate, the Lord Mayor of London, wasmade to stand and deliver on Turnham Green, by one highwayman,who despoiled the illustrious creature in sight of all hisretinue; prisoners in London gaols fought battles with theirturnkeys, and the majesty of the law fired blunderbusses in amongthem, loaded with rounds of shot and ball; thieves snipped offdiamond crosses from the necks of noble lords at Courtdrawing-rooms; musketeers went into St. Giles's, to search forcontraband goods, and the mob fired on the musketeers, and themusketeers fired on the mob, and nobody thought any of theseoccurrences much out of the common way. In the midst of them,the hangman, ever busy and ever worse than useless, was inconstant requisition; now, stringing up long rows of miscellaneouscriminals; now, hanging a housebreaker on Saturday who had beentaken on Tuesday; now, burning people in the hand at Newgate bythe dozen, and now burning pamphlets at the door of Westminster Hall;to-day, taking the life of an atrocious murderer, and to-morrow of awretched pilferer who had robbed a farmer's boy of sixpence.

All these things, and a thousand like them, came to pass inand close upon the dear old year one thousand seven hundredand seventy-five. Environed by them, while the Woodman and theFarmer worked unheeded, those two of the large jaws, and thoseother two of the plain and the fair faces, trod with stir enough,and carried their divine rights with a high hand. Thus did theyear one thousand seven hundred and seventy-five conduct theirGreatnesses, and myriads of small creatures--the creatures of thischronicle among the rest--along the roads that lay before them.

Answer 2

汉化文件受损吧。不知有没有汉化补丁可以下载。或者去安装个中文简体版的吧，基本功能应该够了。短小精悍。