" Well … " The Savage hesitated. He would have liked to say something about solitude, about night, about the mesa lying pale under the moon, about the precipice, the plunge into shadowy darkness, about death.
“啊… … ”野蛮人犹豫了,他想谈谈孤独,夜,月下的苍白的石源,悬崖,谈一谈往阴影里的黑暗中跳下去和死亡。