We were on the roof of America and all we could do was yell I guess across the night, eastward over the plains where somewhere an old man with white hair was probably walking towards us with the word and would arrive any minute and make us silent.

我们在美国的最高处大声叫喊,我想整个夜晚，在东部平原,随时可能有一个白发老人,向我们走来,让我们安静。

耶鲁公开课 - 1945年后的美国小说课程节选