来自《耶鲁大学开放课程：1945年后的美国小说 第9集 第9集》

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  This is the middle of 172. I looked down Market Street.
  一百七十二页的中间 抬头望向市场街
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  I didn't know whether it was that or Canal Street in New Orleans.
  我不知道这是否就是新奥尔良的运河大街
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  It led to water, ambiguous, universal water,
  从这过去就是大海 茫茫无边的大海
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  just as 42nd Street in New York leads to water
  就像纽约的第四十二大街与大海相接一样
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  and you never know where you are.
  你根本不知道你到底在哪
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  I thought of Ed Dunkel's ghost on Times Square.
  我想起爱德·邓克尔时代广场上游荡的灵魂
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  I was delirious.
  我精神恍惚 神经错乱了
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  I wanted to go back and leer at my strange Dickensian mother
  真想转回去 再看我奇怪的母亲一眼
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  in the hash joint.
  她刚刚的神态太像狄更斯笔下的人物
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  I tingled all over from head to foot.
  我浑身激动不已
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  It seemed I had a whole host of memories going back to 1750 in England
  仿佛想起1750年英格兰一切的往事
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  and that I was in San Francisco now only in another life
  而眼下我却在旧金山过着另一种生活