It's hard to say exactly what's wrong with Lovecraft's dialogue, other than the obvious: it's stilted and lifeless, brimming with country cornpone ( “some place whar things ain't as they is here” ) .

很难准确说出洛弗克拉夫特的对话到底有什么毛病，但有很明显：它们不自然，毫无生气，充满做作的乡（“别的地方，跟这里不样”）。

It was not the constant pipe, or the Nottingham vowels, or the friendly but disconcerting stare.

这份独特，那成不变的烟斗无关，那诺丁汉腔的乡无关，也他那友善却令人尴尬的眼神无关。

We're inquisitive . we love his accent and his countre.

我们很好奇。我们喜欢他的他的乡。

Do you have like a good twang?

你有那种好的乡吗？

I laid in bed one day watching a show about the Dust Bowl and hearing the accents of my grandma and great-grandparents in them.

天，我躺在床上观看关于沙尘暴的节目，听着里面传来的，仿佛听到了我奶奶曾祖父母的乡。

Dany was helpless to refuse. " As you wish. Bring your frog to court tomorrow. The others too. The Westerosi" . It would be nice to hear the Common Tongue from someone besides Ser Barristan.

丹妮没法拒绝。" 如你所愿。明天带你的青蛙上朝。其他人也带上，那些维斯特洛人。" 能听到巴利斯坦爵士之外的乡总归是好事。