她的眼睛上了架子，架子一直延伸到天花板几英寸之内。所有四个墙都覆盖了；她认为，一堆书籍都在这里和那里站着摇摇欲坠，易受伤害。 “但是谁没有很多未读书的书？不过，这很好，只是知道他们在那里。”他
(Her eyes went to the shelves that stretched up to within a few inches of the ceiling. All four walls were covered; piles of books stood here and there, teetering, vulnerable, she judged, to the slightest footfall. "But who doesn't have a lot of unread books? It's nice, though, just to know that they're there." He)