啜干

You're unembarrassed by your shoe size emblazoned on the back of each heel, undistracted by all the bright silk shirts, the skirl of rolling balls on shellacked and waxed lumber, the soft jets of air to dry your fingers so they slide like sex in the customized holes, the little numbers glowing everywhere. You sip the air like pilsner, size up the quantum physics of the lane, aim straight into the vacuum at the edge of your life, distant dead end of the imaginary alley where all of us stand cringing in a wedge.

你不为 刻在每只鞋底的尺码感到尴尬；你不为那些发亮的丝的衬衣分神保龄球在手摩擦蜡和虫胶地板滚动声音尖锐喷气使你的指头干爽好让它们有如性爱般滑进那定做的球孔细小的数目字四处闪呀闪你呼吸空气像啜饮比尔森啤酒你计算保龄球巷的量子力你瞄准前面的真空是你生命的边缘远处你幻想的小巷是死胡同我们所有人一一站着排成楔形

Toad sat up on end once more, dried his eyes, sipped his tea and munched his toast, and soon began talking freely about himself, and the house he lived in, and his doings there, and how important he was, and what a lot his friends thought of him.

蟾蜍又一次坐起身来，抹去眼泪，啜起了茶，嚼开了烤面包，无拘无束地对姑娘谈起了他自己，他的房子，他在那里都干些什么，他是一位何等显要的人物，他的朋友们多么敬重他。

It blots thy beauty as frosts do bite the meads, Confounds thy fame as whirlwinds shake fair buds, And in no sense is meet or amiable.

一个使性的女人，就像一池受到激动的泉水，混浊可憎，失去一切的美丽，无论怎样喉干吻渴的人，也不愿把它啜饮一口。

A Canadian is a person wearing English tweeds,a Hong Kong shirt and Spanish shoes,who sips Brazilian coffee sweetened with Philippine sugar from a Bavarian cup while nibbling on Swiss cheese,sitting at a Danish desk over a Persian rug,after coming home in a German car from an Italian movie...and writes to a Member of Parliament with a Japanese ballpoint pen on French paper,demanding that something be done about foreigners taking away our Canadian jobs.

加拿大人是这样的一个人：穿着英国的粗花呢衣服，香港衬衣，西班牙鞋子，在看完意大利电影开着德国轿车回家后，坐在铺着波斯地毯的丹麦桌子旁，一边小口地咬着瑞士芝士，一边小口地啜着用巴伐利亚杯子盛着的加了菲律宾糖的巴西咖啡……用日本圆珠笔在法国纸上给议会议员写信，要求他们对外国人抢走加拿大人的工作干点什么。

What are your goals and strategies for growth?

你的成长目标和策略是什么？

And unto the angel of the church in Sardis write; These things saith he that hath the seven irits of God, and the seven star I know thy works, that thou hast a name that thou livest, and art dead.

3：1 你要写信给撒狄教会的使者，说，那有神的七灵和七星的，说，我知道你的行为，按名你是活的，其实是死的。