我有整个我自己的道路,因为还没有人在激动,然后我走着脚步,顽强的步态。灰色的射击夹克在我的背上,从我哥哥的步枪的尽头挂了一小束我的衣服。我的手指在库存和扳机上情绪低落,我认为这确实是开始生活的方式,手里拿着枪!
(I had the whole road to myself, for no one was yet stirring, and I walked on, with a slouching, dogged gait. The gray shooting-jacket was on my back, and from the end of my brother's rifle hung a small bundle of my clothes. My fingers worked moodily at the stock and trigger, and I thought that this indeed was the way to begin life, with a gun in your hand!)