" 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,月光下苍白石源,悬崖,谈一谈往阴影里黑暗中跳下去和死亡。