After an hour's hot climb he was at the top, looking down on the painted head of the plaster saint.

经过了一个小时的攀登，他到达了顶峰，一眼望到那经过粉饰过的圣女像。

And Glass in turn wrote obsessively, devotedly, as if of some plaster saint, about his elder brother Seymour, his Literary Ideal.

格拉斯也是，像一座石膏圣像，着魔地、一心一意地撰写着哥哥西摩——他的文学理想——把他描绘得近乎完美。