Very few people know where to look for happiness; fewer still find it. I don’t know whether he was a fool or a wise man. He was certainly a man who knew his own mind. The odd thing about him to me was that he was so immensely commonplace.
I should never have given him a second thought but for what I knew (я бы никогда/вовсе не подумал о нем /во второй раз/ = не обратил бы на него особого внимания, если бы не знал), that on a certain day, ten years from then, unless a chance illness cut the thread before (что в определенный день, десять лет спустя, если только случайная болезнь не оборвет его жизнь раньше: «/не/ перережет нить раньше»), he must deliberately take leave of the world he loved so well (он должен будет сознательно проститься с миром, который он так сильно любит;
I wondered whether it was the thought of this, never quite absent from his mind (интересно, не эта ли мысль: «не мысль ли об этом», которая никогда полностью не покидала его сознания;
chance [tSQ: ns], thread [Tred], peculiar [pI'kju: lIq], zest [zest]
I should never have given him a second thought but for what I knew, that on a certain day, ten years from then, unless a chance illness cut the thread before, he must deliberately take leave of the world he loved so well. I wondered whether it was the thought of this, never quite absent from his mind, that gave him the peculiar zest with which he enjoyed every moment of the day.
I should do him an injustice if I omitted to state (я был бы несправедлив по отношению к нему, если бы я не упомянул;
injustice [In'dZAstIs], confide [kqn'faId], suspect [sq'spekt]
I should do him an injustice if I omitted to state that he was not at all in the habit of talking about himself. I think the friend I was staying with was the only person in whom he had confided. I believe he only told me the story because he suspected I already knew it, and on the evening on which he told it me he had drunk a good deal of wine.