He was still naive in lots of ways, head off in fantasies, talking about poison-breathing dragons and fiery blazes and ghastly ghasts, and always sketching them in that tattered old notebook of his.

他很多方面仍然很天真，沉想中， 谈论喷着毒药的、炽热的火焰和可怕的，总是他那本破烂的旧笔记本上画出它们的草图。