" Another band recital, I guess. Tumpty ta ta Gerald blah. 'A little louder on the drum, Quentin'. God, I'm glad I'm not a gentleman" . He went on, nursing a book, a little shapeless, fatly intent.
“我猜又是一场乐队。Tumpty ta ta ta Gerald blah。‘鼓声再大一点,昆汀’。天哪,我很高兴我不是绅士”。他继续读下去,捧着一本书,有点不成形,但很专心。