地奥碱

Delicate Francis DaPavia read, from delicate onionskin, yellow pages, or pink, which he kept flipping carefully with long white fingers, the poems of bis dead chum Altman who'd eaten too much peyote in Chihuahua but read none of his own poems—a charming elegy in itself to the memory of the dead young poet, enough to draw tears from the Cervantes of Chapter Seven, and read them in a delicate Englishy voice that had me crying with inside laughter though I later got to know Francis and liked him.

单薄的弗朗西斯达帕维亚拿着一叠像洋葱皮一样薄的黄色，或是粉红的纸，用细长白皙的手指小心翼翼地不停翻着，一页一页地念着他已故的密友奥尔特曼所写的诗，他前不久才在济华花Chihuahua）因为吸了过量的佩奥特碱过世，但达帕维亚没有念自己的诗——这本身便可以算是一首纪念这位诗人的挽歌，足够从《堂吉诃德》的第七章里挤出眼泪来，但他念诗时所用的那种单薄的纤巧的英国腔调却让我不由得在肚子里大笑起来，不过稍后同他熟悉之后我还是挺喜欢他的。

What would he tell Judith and the children?

他将怎样告诉朱迪丝和孩子们呢？

I this is at that time, the opinion with peacockish true girl is full of in a heart.

这就是当时的我，一个心中布满虚荣的女孩子真实的想法。