总的来说,我每天晚上都打电话给她,我们聊了一个小时,这是我四十五分钟的时间,她搅动她的茶的15分钟,她以那种禅宗耐心使佛教徒羡慕不已,然后嫉妒地坐起来,然后嫉妒地呼吸,然后穿过他们的嫉妒。
(In general, I call her every night, and we talk for an hour, which is forty-five minutes of me, and fifteen minutes of her stirring her tea, which she steeps with the kind of Zen patience that would make Buddhists sit up in envy and then breathe through their envy and then move past their envy.)