在一间寒冷而憋屈的兼做卧室的屋子里,到处都是烟头和喝了半空的茶杯,一个身穿满是蛀洞的睡袍的人坐在一张摇摇欲倒的桌子旁,想为他的打字机在乱纸堆中找个可以放置的地方。 他已经谢顶,青筋毕露,戴着眼镜,或者说,如果他仅有的那副眼镜不是总找不到的话,他就会戴着眼镜。如今是上午11点半,按照他的作息习惯,他早在两个钟头以前就开始工作 In a cold, Biequhe, two-bedroom apartment full of cigarette butts and half-empty teacups, a man dressed in a wormhole full of robes sits on a shaky table, Wanted to find a typewriter he could find in a mess of paper heap place. He has bald, veined, wearing glasses, or, if his only pair of glasses is not always found, he will wear glasses. Today is 11:30, according to his habits, he started as early as two hours ago