He would stay up until very late, suffocating in his faded velvet vest, scribbling with his tiny sparrow hands, whose rings had lost the glow of former times.
Young T. A. swung back to his desk, tore from the pad before him the piece of paper on which he had been scrawling, crushed it, and tossed it into the wastebasket with an air of finality.
年轻的 T. A. 转身回到的办公桌前,从面前的便笺撕下一直在面乱涂乱的那张纸,压碎它,然后用一种下定决心的神气把它扔进废纸篓。