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They came to the intersection of two long hallways where they stopped before a vast food court.
他们来到两条长廊的交叉口，在一个巨大的美食广场前停了下来。
“I’m not hungry.
“我不饿。
You choose,” Ivan told Nina and followed her to a table inside a place called Mrkt Ktchn where they were greeted by a troublingly attractive young man.
你选择吧。”伊万告诉尼娜，然后跟着她来到一家名为 Mrkt Ktchn 的地方，在那里他们受到了一位迷人得令人不安的年轻人的欢迎。
Before Nina had time to order, Ivan asked, “How much are the vowels?”
妮娜还没来得及点菜，伊凡问道：“元音是多少？”
“Ignore him.
“别理他。
I’ll have the Super Greens salad,” Nina said.
我要一份超级蔬菜沙拉，”尼娜说。
When the waiter retreated, she set her eyes on Ivan.
等服务员退开后，她的目光落在了伊万身上。
“Come on.
“来吧。
You would have laughed if he didn’t look so much like Marlon Brando.”
如果他长得不像马龙·白兰度，你一定会笑的。”
“All right, Popeye,” Ivan said.
“好吧，大力水手，”伊万说。
And then, after a moment, “You know, I was thinking about when you were a little girl.”
过了一会儿，“你知道，我在想你还是个小女孩的时候。”
Nina groaned.
妮娜呻吟道。
This is the trade you make.
这就是你所做的交易。
Wait six months, and he can say what he pleases.
等六个月，他就可以说他想说的话了。
He stores everything and waits with it.
他储存所有东西并等待。
She knew there was a whole cache of these observations, memories, dreams, which he’d draw like knives and then pretend were spontaneous thoughts.
她知道这些观察、记忆、梦想都藏在其中，他会像刀子一样画出来，然后假装是自发的想法。
What were they for?
它们是做什么用的？
Power?
力量？
Revision?
修订？
Some dream of new closeness?
有些梦想着新的亲密关系？
“Listen,” he said, “before you get all annoyed with me.”
“听着，”他说，“在你生我的气之前。”
“You to tell me what you were thinking about me as a little girl.”
“你告诉我，当我还是个小女孩时，你是怎么想的。”
Nina watched him clock a couple entering the restaurant.
尼娜看着他对一对夫妇进入餐厅进行了计时。
The man, about Ivan’s age, carefully helped the woman into her chair.
男人和伊万年纪相仿，小心翼翼地将女人扶到椅子上。
They both made a small production of locating their reading glasses, arranging them on their faces, and then hefting the massive menus.
他们都做了一个小制作，找到老花镜，将它们放在脸上，然后举起巨大的菜单。
“Are you going to tell me what you were thinking?”
“你能告诉我你在想什么吗？”
It had sounded good when he first called to tell her his plans.
当他第一次打电话告诉她他的计划时，听起来不错。
A week in Paris.
在巴黎一周。
Father and daughter.
父亲和女儿。
Ivan’s long-held dream.
伊万长久以来的梦想。
She had agreed to come in a fit of benevolence.
她是出于仁慈才同意来的。
But also, let’s be honest, because she couldn’t stand Charlie and she couldn’t find the courage to get rid of the guy.
但说实话，因为她无法忍受查理，也没有勇气摆脱这个家伙。
Because work had worn her down, made her feel like a fraud.
因为工作让她疲惫不堪，让她感觉自己像个骗子。
All that requisite lightness and deference when there was nothing light or deferential about her.
当她没有任何轻松或恭敬的时候，所有这些必要的轻松和恭敬。
Now she saw this trip was probably a mistake.
现在她发现这次旅行很可能是一个错误。
Too much time together.
在一起的时间太多了。
Too much unknown.
太多未知。
Too many variables.
变量太多。
But there was no escape.
但无处可逃。
“Fine,” she said.
“好吧，”她说。
“Then tell me this, are you okay for money?”
“那你告诉我，你有钱吗？”
Ivan closed his eyes.
伊万闭上了眼睛。
“I thought I had a grace period.”
“我以为我有一个宽限期。”
Nina nodded and looked across the restaurant to watch two tall women, flight attendants, striding resolutely through the concourse, their legs in perfect rhythm.
尼娜点点头，目光穿过餐厅，看到两个高个子女人，空姐，坚定地大步穿过大厅，她们的双腿有着完美的节奏。
“Would you tell me?” she asked, though she knew he wouldn’t.
“你能告诉我吗？”她问道，尽管她知道他不会。
She knew it was tight.
她知道事情很紧。
She knew he would rather cut his own throat than ask Nina for a nickel.
她知道他宁愿割断自己的喉咙也不愿向尼娜要五分钱。
Why then did she ask?
那她为什么问呢？
Because he pissed her off.
因为他惹怒了她。
Because she was Nora’s daughter.
因为她是诺拉的女儿。
“I could have made a fortune, you know,” Ivan said.
“你知道，我本来可以发大财的，”伊万说。
“But you never cared about filthy lucre?”
“但你从来不关心不义之财？”
“I do have the soul of a poet, you little shit.”
“我确实有诗人的灵魂，你这个小混蛋。”
“I thought you had the soul of a painter.
“我以为你有画家的灵魂。
The earth was your canvas.”
地球就是你的画布。”
Nina laughed.
妮娜笑了。
“Go on.
“继续吧。
Tell me of your lost fortunes.
告诉我你失去的财富。
Your pure heart.”
你纯洁的心。”
She said, “Come on.
她说：“来吧。
Better tell me before Marlon returns, while you still have my attention.”
最好在马龙回来之前告诉我，趁你还吸引着我的注意力。”
“Do you know that nearly everyone I worked with has a little empire now?”
“你知道现在和我共事的几乎每个人都拥有一个小帝国吗？”
“All of them.
“他们所有人。
The guys who hustled doors, or glass, or insulation.
那些推门、玻璃或隔热材料的人。
Did you know that?”
你知道吗？
“I do care, but you’ve told me a thousand times.”
“我确实在乎，但你已经告诉我一千遍了。”
“They all did what they should have.
“他们都做了他们应该做的事情。
They invested and grew and worked their asses off and had children in their thirties.
他们投资、成长、拼命工作，在三十多岁的时候生了孩子。
Unlike you, disgusting old man, who waited until he was nearly fifty.” Nina was enjoying herself, beginning to mimic his intonation.
不像你这个恶心的老头子，等到快五十了才来。”尼娜很享受，开始模仿他的语调。
“And they’re all fat with plenty of money, and plenty of time.
“而且他们都很胖，有很多钱，也有很多时间。
But not you, Papa.
但不是你，爸爸。
You waffled and wondered and waited for love and let a thousand chances pass you by while Jerry became the king of doorknobs, or whatever.”
你胡思乱想、疑惑、等待爱情，却让一千个机会从你身边溜走，而杰瑞却成为了门把手之王，或者其他什么。”
He was laughing and so she stopped there.
他在笑，所以她停了下来。
She didn’t say that, as a result of his supposedly pure and romantic heart, Ivan was just scraping by alone in the same rented house he’d been in since Nina was a girl.
她没说，由于伊万本应纯洁浪漫的心，他只能独自一人在妮娜小时候住的出租屋里勉强度日。
She didn’t say that if he’d thought just a bit about the future, neither of them would be quite so worried about money.
她并没有说，如果他稍微考虑一下未来，他们就不会那么担心钱了。
“I should have invited her ,” he said, nodding in the direction of the white-haired woman who was just then collapsing her reading glasses.
“我应该邀请她的，”他一边说，一边朝白发女人的方向点了点头，她当时正把老花镜折叠起来。
Nina glanced over.
妮娜看了一眼。
“More appropriate for a man your age.”
“更适合你这个年纪的男人。”
There was something in his expression Nina didn’t like.
尼娜不喜欢他的表情。
Listen to me.
听我说。
Listen to me.
听我说。
They all coveted attention.
他们都渴望得到关注。
Charlie, the half-formed person she’d been living with for the last seven months, was desperate for it.
查理，这个在过去七个月里和她一起生活的半成形的人，非常渴望它。
The men whose bodies she worked on, and Charlie’s buddies, and her friend’s husbands, there was a need, a despair in every one of them that she could no longer abide, a frantic desire to be looked at, propped up, tended to, constantly reassured.
她所处理过的那些男人，还有查理的哥们，还有她朋友的丈夫，他们每个人都有一种需要，一种她再也无法忍受的绝望，一种疯狂的渴望，渴望被人注视、支持、照顾，不断地得到安慰。
What made her even angrier, even sadder, was that this was not how she remembered Ivan when he was younger, when he woke early and was dressed in jeans and t-shirt and work boots by the time she emerged from her bedroom, groggy and grumpy.
让她更生气、更悲伤的是，这不是她记忆中伊万年轻时的样子，当时他很早就醒了，当她从卧室出来时，他已经穿着牛仔裤、T恤和工作靴，昏昏沉沉、脾气暴躁。
The last time she’d stopped by his house, she’d found him in sweatpants and sweatshirt stained with toothpaste and God knows what else, but when she was a girl, he was always awake earlier than anyone.
上次她去他家时，她发现他穿着运动裤和运动衫，上面沾满了牙膏什么的，天知道还有什么，但当她还是个女孩的时候，他总是比任何人都起得早。
He made toast and poured orange juice and scooped her up and kissed her forehead.
他做了吐司，倒了橙汁，把她抱起来，吻了吻她的额头。
He smelled of Old Spice and Right Guard and Folgers and was a solid object against which she loved to throw herself.
他闻起来有老香料、右卫队和福尔格斯的味道，是一个她喜欢扑向的坚固物体。
She never wanted less of him.
她对他的渴望从来都没有减少过。
Not even when she entered middle school, not even after her period started coming.
甚至在她进入中学时，甚至在月经来临时也没有。
All that time, Ivan seemed the same.
一直以来，伊万看起来都一样。
She knew just how to provoke him and exactly how he would respond.
她知道如何激怒他，也知道他会如何回应。
She came to depend on his impatience as she did upon his tenderness and no matter how cruel she was to him, no matter how nasty, after all that, Ivan had only frightened her once.
她开始依赖他的不耐烦，就像她依赖他的温柔一样，无论她对他多么残酷，无论多么令人讨厌，毕竟，伊万只吓到过她一次。
Meanwhile her mother was ever-changing.
与此同时，她的母亲却在不断变化。
Like a teenager herself.
就像十几岁的自己一样。
Hairstyles, clothes, ambitions.
发型，衣服，野心。
Nora who was late, who was traveling, who never looked or smelled or spoke quite the way she had the week before.
诺拉迟到了，她正在旅行，她的外表、气味或说话都不像一周前那样了。
While Ivan was always in jeans and checked flannel and boots.
而伊万总是穿着牛仔裤、格子法兰绒和靴子。
Freshly shaven and the same brush cut since the beginning of time.
刚刮完胡子，从一开始就用同样的刷子修剪。
Even as he had grown older, the physical changes rendered him more permanent, not less.
即使随着年龄的增长，身体上的变化也使他的生命力变得更加持久，而不是减弱。
The deepening lines across his forehead, the sunspots, made him seem stronger to her.
他额头上加深的皱纹和太阳黑子，让她觉得他更坚强。
But after he’d sold the business, she began to see this new expression in his eyes, a creeping sadness took him over, and more than anything, what Nina could not take, was the need, that constant need.
但在他卖掉公司后，她开始在他的眼中看到这种新的表情，一种令人毛骨悚然的悲伤占据了他的心，最重要的是，尼娜无法接受的是这种需要，那种持续不断的需要。
“Anyway,” Ivan said, “the money is fine, Nina.
“不管怎样，”伊万说，“钱很好，尼娜。
Would I have bought us tickets to Paris if I were on the brink of poverty?
如果我处于贫困边缘，我会给我们买去巴黎的机票吗？
Would I have reserved us a week in the finest apartment the city has to offer?”
我可以在这座城市最好的公寓里为我们预订一周吗？”
“Yes,” Nina said, smiling at him.
“是的，”尼娜微笑着对他说。
“Yes.
是的。
You absolutely would.”
你绝对会的。”
“Why are we talking about money?
“我们为什么要谈论钱？
I wanted to tell you about when you were a little girl.”
我想告诉你你小时候的事。”
She glanced beyond him, searching for her salad.
她的目光越过他，寻找她的沙拉。
“Then tell me already and stop sulking.”
“那就告诉我吧，别生闷气了。”
Ivan shook his head and after he’d taken a steady breath, said, “I always woke up earlier than your mom in those days.”
伊凡摇了摇头，缓了口气后说道：“那时候我总是比你妈妈起得早。”
“Yes,” he said, not sure if this was recrimination, compliment or correction.
“是的，”他说，不确定这是指责、恭维还是纠正。
“But in those early days, I would open our bedroom door and there you’d be, standing at the end of the hall waiting like one of those girls in The Shining .”
“但在那些早期的日子里，我会打开卧室的门，你就会在那里，站在大厅的尽头等待，就像《闪灵》中的那些女孩之一一样。”
When she smiled, he leaned forward and went on.
当她微笑时，他向前倾身继续前行。
“As soon as you saw me.
“你一看到我。
No. As soon as you saw me see you, you would laugh like you just did.
不，你一看到我看到你，就会像刚才那样笑。
We still hadn’t cut your hair, something we put off and put off and put off and you were wild-looking, such a mess, hair all in your face.
我们还没有剪你的头发，我们一拖再拖，你看起来很狂野，一团糟，头发都在你的脸上。
I thought you were so beautiful.
我以为你是如此美丽。
I remember seeing you those mornings in the hall and thinking to myself, my God.
我记得那些早上在大厅里见到你时心里想，我的上帝。
And then at some point, I don’t know what happened, what changed.”
然后在某个时刻，我不知道发生了什么，发生了什么变化。”
“You never once stopped being beautiful and you didn’t stop laughing and you kept on running toward me but one morning you made that quick right turn, a little juke, and shot off into our bedroom straight to mom who was always struggling to wake up.
“你从来没有停止过美丽，你没有停止过笑，你一直向我跑来，但有一天早上，你像个小傻瓜一样快速右转，径直冲进我们的卧室，去找妈妈，而妈妈总是在努力醒来。
And then for months you said to me, ‘No, no, no, I won’t say good morning, I won’t hug you.’”
然后几个月你对我说，‘不，不，不，我不会说早安，我不会拥抱你。’”
Here was the waiter striding toward them carrying Nina’s salad and a basket of bread.
侍者端着尼娜的沙拉和一篮子面包大步向他们走来。
Ivan watched him come—loose-limbed, sinewy.
伊万看着他过来——四肢松弛，肌肉发达。
An athlete.
一名运动员。
When he placed the plate on the table and smiled, Ivan felt the little shock of pain that often came now when he was confronted by this kind of male beauty.
当他把盘子放在桌子上并微笑时，伊凡感到了现在面对这种男性美女时经常出现的轻微的疼痛。
Ivan shook his head and watched Nina’s face transform under the kid’s gaze.
伊凡摇了摇头，看着妮娜的脸色在孩子的注视下发生了变化。
“Nothing for me,” she said and then, as she watched him cross the restaurant, “My God.”
“对我来说没什么，”她说，然后，当她看着他穿过餐厅时，“天哪。”
“I don’t know,” she said, laughing, “I truly do not know.”
“我不知道，”她笑着说，“我真的不知道。”
He watched Nina begin to eat, marveling at the deftness of her gestures, their elegance, while at the same time trying to hide his wonder.
他看着尼娜开始吃东西，惊叹于她动作的灵巧和优雅，同时又试图掩饰自己的惊讶。
“We fought constantly, you know,” he said.
“你知道，我们一直在战斗，”他说。
“When you were little.
“当你还小的时候。
Every day was war.”
每一天都是战争。”
“It was one of the things we fought about.”
“这是我们争论的事情之一。”
“You refused to put a napkin on your lap.
“你拒绝将餐巾放在腿上。
You refused to chew with your mouth closed.
你拒绝闭上嘴咀嚼。
You refused to wipe your face.”
你不肯擦脸。”
“You were three.
“那时你三岁。
Your mother and I were very sure of ourselves then.
那时我和你妈妈对自己非常有信心。
We wanted you to be—”
我们希望你成为——”
“I don’t know exactly.
“我不太清楚。
Prepared for everything.”
做好一切准备。”
“Yes.
是的。
We’d planned to send you to war at four.”
我们原计划四点送你去打仗。”
“Where it would be important for me to eat with my mouth closed?”
“闭着嘴吃饭对我来说在哪里很重要？”
The waiter reappeared holding a pitcher of water.
侍者再次出现，手里拿着一壶水。
He said, “Did you feel those earthquakes this morning?”
他说：“今天早上你感受到地震了吗？”
“I didn’t,” Nina said, solicitous.
“我没有，”尼娜关心地说。
“Big ones?”
“大的？”
“Enough to shake a bunch of my books down from a shelf.
“足以把我的一堆书从书架上摇下来。
Kooky days.”
古怪的日子。”
“Something in the air,” she said, and then when he was gone, to Ivan, “You see?
“空气中弥漫着某种东西，”她说，等他走后，她对伊万说道，“你明白了吗？
And he’s a reader, too.”
而且他也是一位读者。”
“Go on then, tell me, what was the point?”
“那你说吧，告诉我，这有什么意义？”
“Of all the discipline, the iron fist, the napkin in the lap.”
“在所有的纪律中，铁拳、餐巾放在腿上。”
“Fluency?” She tossed a chunk of bread into her mouth, exaggerating her chewing, mocking him, letting him see it turn to paste on her tongue.
“流畅吗？”她把一块面包扔进嘴里，夸张地咀嚼，嘲笑他，让他看到面包变成糊在她的舌头上。
“Exactly,” he said, “that is exactly what you did when you were three.
“没错，”他说，“你三岁时就是这么做的。
Same expression, same smirk.
一样的表情，一样的笑容。
In those days I thought, she is saying to me, ‘Fuck you buddy, what are you going to do about it?’ You reminded me of a guy I worked with, always getting in fights.
那些日子里，我想，她对我说，“操你哥们，你打算怎么办？”你让我想起了一个和我一起工作的人，总是打架。
Sean something.”
肖恩有什么东西。”
He could see that Nina didn’t care what the guy’s name was.
他看得出尼娜并不关心这个人叫什么名字。
“A belligerent asshole always causing trouble.
“一个好战的混蛋，总是制造麻烦。
You were just like him.”
你就像他一样。”
“If it doesn’t work out with this dude,” Ivan muttered as the waiter arrived at their table with the check.
“如果这个家伙不成功的话，”当服务员拿着支票来到他们的餐桌前时，伊万嘀咕道。
He handed the kid his credit card and when he took it away, Nina said, “Would you mind if I stayed here with him instead of going to Paris?”
他把信用卡递给孩子，当他把信用卡拿走时，尼娜说：“你介意我留在这儿陪他而不是去巴黎吗？”
“You should do that.
“你应该这样做。
You’ll be very happy together.”
你们在一起会很开心的。”
“He’s not interested.
“他不感兴趣。
He can have anyone he wants.
他可以拥有任何他想要的人。
I’ll bet you fifty bucks there’s some weedy actress with the legs of a giraffe waiting for him at home.”
我跟你赌五十块钱，有个长着长颈鹿腿的杂草女演员在家里等着他。”
Ivan laughed.
伊万笑了。
“Well he’s an idiot then.
“那么他就是个白痴。
Here he has the most beautiful and brilliant woman on earth, and he chooses some bimbo?
他这里有世界上最美丽最才华横溢的女人，他却偏偏选择了一个荡妇？
She probably doesn’t even know how to eat a salad properly.”
她可能甚至不知道如何正确吃沙拉。”
“That’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever said to me.”
“这是你对我说过的最甜蜜的话。”
“Yes.
是的。
Well, the idea was that we would teach you as many languages as possible.
嗯，我们的想法是教你尽可能多的语言。
By language, we meant everything.
通过语言，我们意味着一切。
Social codes, manners, food, customs, dress, all of it.
社会规范、礼仪、食物、习俗、着装，所有这些。
We wanted you to be at ease everywhere, in every circumstance.
我们希望您在任何地方、任何情况下都能感到轻松自在。
We wanted you to feel comfortable at a fancy restaurant and in a greasy diner.
我们希望您在高档餐厅和油腻的小餐馆里感到舒适。
And we wanted you to have the confidence not to be arrogant anywhere, to never feel above any of it.”
我们希望你有信心在任何地方都不会傲慢，永远不会觉得自己凌驾于一切之上。”
“No,” she said.
“不，”她说。
“I’m not.
“我不是。”
I mean it.
我是说真的。
It’s good.
很好。
Did you succeed?”
你成功了吗？”
“I know how to eat a salad in an airport.”
“我知道怎么在机场吃沙拉。”
She took another piece of bread and stuck it up her nose so that a long bit dangled over her lip.
她又拿了一块面包，把它塞进鼻子里，这样一大块面包就挂在了嘴唇上。
He smiled, but it annoyed him, and he saw her register his expression.
他笑了，但这让他很恼火，他看到她注意到了他的表情。
She removed the bread, looking embarrassed, and brushed the crumbs from her mouth with a napkin.
她一脸尴尬地取出面包，用餐巾擦去嘴里的面包屑。
“Is it the work that curses you or the other way around?”
“是工作诅咒了你，还是反过来呢？”
“You mean did I end up in the trade because I was already an anal-retentive maniac obsessed with control?”
“你的意思是我最终进入这个行业是因为我已经是一个痴迷于控制的肛门保留狂了吗？”
Brando was back with Ivan’s credit card in a check holder.
白兰度回来了，支票夹里放着伊万的信用卡。
When he was gone, Nina said, “You’d better tip right, old man.”
当他走后，尼娜说：“你最好向右倾斜，老伙计。”
“I give what they’re worth.
“我给予他们应得的东西。
You want me to give this kid a bonus for having shitty taste in women?”
你要我给这小子奖金，因为他对女人的品味很差？”
He left fifteen percent of the pre-tax total, which is what he’d been taught to do by his own father, which he’d taught Nina to do, which she had done until her sophomore year in high school, when she started bussing tables on the weekends at a Mexican restaurant a few blocks from their house.
他留下了税前总额的百分之十五，这是他自己父亲教他做的事，也是他教尼娜做的事，尼娜一直这样做，直到她高中二年级，那时她开始在离他们家几个街区的一家墨西哥餐馆周末清理餐桌。
And then all she could talk about was labor and capitalism and the male gaze.
然后她能谈论的就只有劳工、资本主义和男性的目光。
Ivan closed the check holder and held it down with his fist.
伊万合上支票夹，用拳头按住它。
“Don’t try,” he said.
“不要尝试，”他说。
She faked a move toward his wrist so convincingly that he flinched.
她假装朝他的手腕移动，动作如此逼真，以至于他退缩了。
The waiter had liked them until he saw the tip.
服务员很喜欢它们，直到他看到小费。
Not even fifteen percent.
连百分之十五都没有。
How do people think we live?
人们认为我们如何生活？
He’d expected twenty percent at least.
他预计至少有百分之二十。
Still, they were sweet and the guy, he reminded him of someone.
尽管如此，他们还是很甜蜜，而且这个家伙让他想起了某个人。
It wasn’t his face exactly.
那根本不是他的脸。
More to do with the expression.
更多的是与表达有关。
All business except for when he had his eyes on the girl, who he figured was his granddaughter.
一切都是正常的，除了当他的目光落在那个女孩身上时，他认为那个女孩是他的孙女。
Who was it?
是谁？
Not someone recent.
不是最近的人。
From another life.
来自另一个生命。
Maybe high school.
也许是高中。
A coach maybe.
也许是教练。
No, a math teacher.
不，是数学老师。
What was his name?
他叫什么名字？
One of those guys who never smiles.
那些从不微笑的家伙之一。
Jackson.
杰克逊.
Jordan.
约旦。
Something like that, he thought as he walked the check back to the register to add the tip.
大概就是这样，他边想边把支票送回收银台添加小费。
No. Mr. Jameson, he thought.
不，詹姆森先生，他想。
Mr. Jameson.
詹姆森先生。
Tenth grade.
十年级。
Exactly.
确切地。
He was probably a shitty tipper, too.
他可能也是一个糟糕的小费者。
Math guys.
数学家们。
They love numbers so much they hate giving them away.
他们非常喜欢数字，讨厌把数字泄露出去。
Somebody told him that once.
曾经有人告诉过他。
It still made him laugh, even if it didn’t make much sense.
这仍然让他笑了，尽管这没什么意义。
Jesus.
耶稣。
Mr. Jameson.
詹姆森先生。
The guy had saved him once when he was getting his ass kicked after school.
有一次他放学后被人踢屁股时，那家伙救了他一次。
Just happened to be walking by.
刚好路过。
Pulled those kids off of him like he was The Hulk.
把那些孩子从他身上拉下来，就像他是绿巨人一样。
Didn’t look like much, but he was strong.
看上去不怎么样，但是实力很强。
Mr. Jameson.
詹姆森先生。
You never knew with people.
你永远不会与人打交道。
He should write to him, he thought, as he walked toward the old couple with the glasses who were still studying their menus.
他想，他应该给他写信，同时走向那对仍在研究菜单的戴着眼镜的老夫妇。
When he got home that night he’d do it.
那天晚上他回到家后，他就这么做了。
Sit down and write that guy an email.
坐下来给那个人写一封电子邮件。
Just to say thanks.
只是想说声谢谢。
From Passengers by Alexander Maksik .
亚历山大·马克西克（Alexander Maksik）的《乘客》。
Used with permission of the publisher, Europa Editions.
经出版商 Europa Editions 许可使用。
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