事情发生在繁忙而令人心烦意乱的一天行将结束的时候,约摸是一个冬日下午的五点半或者六点钟左右。我喝过一两杯鸡尾酒,四肢伸展着躺在壁炉前的长沙发上,抽着烟。长沙发的另一头伸手可及的地方坐着一位妇人,韶华已逝,但风韵尚存。她衣饰得体,说话的声音尤其轻柔宜人。我这边打着盹,她那里说着女人爱说的一切,什么书籍啦、音乐啦、服装啦、男人啦、别的女人啦,五花八门,包罗万象。但一切与政 It happened at about half past one in the winter afternoon or around six o’clock at the end of a busy and upset day. I drank a glass of cocktail or two, stretched out on the couch in front of the fireplace and smoked cigarettes. Sitting on the other end of the couch with a woman, Shaohua has passed, but the charm still exists. Her clothing is decent and her voice is especially gentle and pleasant. There was a nap on my side, where she said all the women loved, what books, music, costumes, men, other women, varied, all-encompassing. But everything is political