It was clear that the cashier's place in the world meant nothing real to him; it was a mere vacancy, lifeless, feelingless, with only stock phrases from the Gita—Who kills the body kills naught!

很明显，收银员在这世界上的地位对他无意义。只是一，没有生命，没有感情，只有薄伽梵歌中的陈词滥调——谁杀死了身体，谁就没有杀死任何东西！