一帮帮污头垢面的黑人,脚向外张,进进出出,络驿不绝.Strings of dusty niggers with splay feet arrived and departed.当我走进办公室, 我看上去蓬头垢发,睡眼惺忪, 心情烦躁并且工作拉在了大家的后面.I would walk into work, looking rumpled and barely awake, grumpy and behind everyone else....
The silence lengthened as Thorne unnecessarily shuffled some papers.索恩整理着一些本无须整理的文件，沉默还在延续。Thorne let him talk.索恩让他畅所欲言。"We shall, sir," said Thorne, with conviction.“我们会的，先生，”索恩坚定地说。...