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在台伯尔河右岸“玛尔福利奥”这家典型的罗马餐厅里,起初我一帆风顺。我的头脑是空的,能够发出回声来,就象落到海岸上的贝壳一样:住在里面的软体动物老早就死亡了。当顾客们点“加调味汁的通心粉”的时候,我的头脑里就发出了顺从的回声:“加调味汁的通心粉”,如果点的是“英国汤”,那么我的头脑里也就发出了这样的回响:“英国汤”,除此而外再也没有什么了。一般说来,我什么念头都不转,从外表到内部完全象是一个招待员——我这个人适合当招待员到了这种程度,甚至到了晚上,临睡以前,我的头脑里还仍然在回响着我整整一天
In the typical Roman restaurant “Malflio” on the right bank of the Tiber River, at first I had a smooth sailing. My mind is empty, echoing, like a shell falling onto the coast: the molluscs that live in it have long died. When customers order “sauces with sauces,” there is a submissive echo in my head: “pasta with sauces” and if it is “British soup,” then my mind sends it This echo: “British soup”, but nothing more then. Generally speaking, I do not think anything about it. It looks like a receptionist from the outside to the inside - I am the person who is suitable for the receptionist to such an extent that even in the evening, before I go to sleep, my mind is still in my mind Echoed me for a whole day