星期六下午,我的叔叔卡罗尔,一个放牧的单身汉,准备步行前往坐落在离镇一小时远的假日疗养院,去看望正在那里度假的妻子和孩子们。自从他的妻子离他而去之后,家中已经很久没打扫,床铺也没人整理。每天深夜,卡罗尔归来,被持续一整晚的闹饮所敲击,蹂躏,那些空洞酷热的白天以这样的方式被甩在了身后。他挤出身体上残存的一点力量,朝那些蜷缩在一起的凉爽草料猛扑过去,对于他来说,某种程度上它们已变成了一个幸福的港湾。他躺倒在这座庇护岛上面,像一个被暴风雨中的海浪 On Saturday afternoon, my uncle, Carroll, a grazing bachelor, is ready to walk to a holiday sanatorium just an hour away from town to visit his wife and children on vacation there. Since his wife left him, the family has not cleaned for a long time, and the beds were not finished. Late each night, Carroll returned and was raped and ravaged by a night-long downtown drink, leaving empty-heat days behind him in such a way. He squeezed a little bit of the body’s remnants of force and pounced toward the cool straw curled up, to the extent that they had become, to some extent, a happy haven. He lay on top of this sheltered island, like a stormy ocean wave