一身材高大、面孔黧黑、目光敏锐的伊拉里·奥尼赛,忽然在路上站住。他向四外望了望,这才发觉时光飞逝得太快了。他跟那群小伙子是怎么样抱着肩膀跳舞来的?有些人上唇还没有胡碴的影儿呢,可在跳舞的时候,他们又打口哨,又直嚷嚷,嗓门就跟姑娘一样。和他年纪相仿的男子们站在他跟前,随便地、冷淡地、甚至有些轻蔑地瞅着他——仿佛他是一个成天老下酒馆、嗜酒如命的醉汉。 A tall, dark face, sharp eyes of Hilary O’Neill, suddenly stopped on the road. He looked out to all four, only to find that the time flew too fast. How did he dance with his shoulders to the boys? Some people had no bald shadow on their upper lip, and when they were dancing, they whistled and shouted like a girl. The man of his age stood in front of him, casually looking at him in a frosty and even contemptuous manner - as though he were a drunkard who was an aging tavern and a drinker.