It was clear that the cashier's place in the world meant nothing real to him; it was a mere vacancy, lifeless, feelingless, with only stock phrases from the Gita—Who kills the body kills naught!

很明显，收银员在这个世界上的地来说毫无意义。只是一个空缺，有命，有感情，只有薄伽梵歌中的陈词滥调——谁杀死了身体，谁就有杀死任何东西！