《Other Voices, Other Rooms》的笔记-第93页
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All pleasure, all pain, he communicated with his eyes, and his eyes like windows in summer, were seldom shut, always open and staring, even in sleep.
瘫痪在床的人的生活。闭不上的眼睛，也是无尽的求生的欲望还是求死的祈祷？who knows“Son," she said, and spit between her fingers, "what you've got in your britches is no news to me, and no concern of mine: hell, I;ve fooled around with nobody but boys since first grade. I never think like I'm a girl; you've got to remember that, or we can't never be friends."
哈哈哈哈 社会社会。一个小女孩故作老成的姿态跃然纸上。然而写的最好的是紧跟着接下来的这句：... the quality of her futility was touching.
她的徒劳真挚的感人。...as Idabel splashed a playful wave, seven years vanished in an instant.
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