午夜十二点差四分的时候,我和鼠歪在椅子上啜饮威士忌。角落里传来老板令人愉悦的挫冰声,与查特.贝克的仿鸣禽演奏相得益彰。我们脚下积了足足几英寸厚的花生壳,唇齿间弥漫着苏格兰特有的海洋气息。鼠沉默许久,猛然侧过脸来对我说:“你知道吗?我就是你。” At midnight on a quarter-point difference, I sipped my whiskey in a chair with my mouse. The pleasant ice-buzz from the boss came in the corner, complementing Charlie Beck's imitation of the songbirds. We had a few inches thick peanut hull under our feet, the lips of the sea filled with the unique atmosphere of Scotland. Silence for a long time, suddenly side of the face to say to me: “You know? I am you. ”