Dear Sal, sweet Laura. I've come, I've gone, but wait, ah, yes," and he stared with rocky sorrow into his hands. "Can't talk no more.

亲爱的萨尔，温柔的劳拉，我已经来了，我马上要走“,可等等，嗯，是的“，他盯着自己的手，脸上露出不安的神情。

耶鲁公开课 - 1945年后的美国小说课程节选

Then, as I probed them, one sprang up, and stared With piteous recognition in fixed eyes, Lifting distressful hands, as if to bless.

我小心翼翼的试探他们，一个涌现,固执的眼里带着哀怨的赞誉，举起绝望的双手好像要赐福与我。

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Still he stared at me. Now his eyes were blank and looking through me.

他仍然盯着我，他的眼光有些茫然，似乎不在看我。

耶鲁公开课 - 1945年后的美国小说课程节选