但是我知道这是纯粹的手淫，因为在我的肠子里，我只想要一张干净的床和一个明亮的房间，而且有牢固的东西可以给我自己打电话，至少直到我厌倦了。我脑海中怀疑我终于抓住了驼峰，最糟糕的是，我一点也不感到悲惨，只是疲倦，有点舒适。
(But I knew it was pure masturbation, because down in my gut I wanted nothing more than a clean bed and a bright room and something solid to call my own at least until I got tired of it. There was an awful suspicion in my mind that I'd finally gone over the hump, and the worst thing about it was that I didn't feel tragic at all, but only weary, and sort of comfortably detatched.)