在一间老年医院的病房里,全都摆放着出自同一位作家之手的书。住在这儿的人早就不再阅读了。大多时间他都躺在床上,翻来覆去,莫名地焦躁不安。他已经到了老年痴呆症晚期。在他情绪极差的时候,唯一能宽慰他的就是把那些书放在他手里, In a ward of a geriatric hospital, there are books all written by the same author. People who live here long ago no longer read. Most of the time he was lying in bed, over and over, inexplicably restless. He has arrived late in dementia. At his worst, the only thing that comforted him was keeping the books in his hand,