小时候，我想成为一名作家，因为作家富有而著名。他们穿着黄色的蓬吉丝绸西装在新加坡和仰光吸烟鸦片周围闲逛。他们在梅菲尔（Mayfair）闻了可卡因，并与一个忠实的本地男孩穿透了禁忌沼泽，并住在丹吉尔（Tangier）吸烟大麻和懒洋洋地抚摸宠物瞪羚的本地季度中。
(As a young child I wanted to be a writer because writers were rich and famous. They lounged around Singapore and Rangoon smoking opium in a yellow pongee silk suit. They sniffed cocaine in Mayfair and they penetrated forbidden swamps with a faithful native boy and lived in the native quarter of Tangier smoking hashish and languidly caressing a pet gazelle.)