我剛走进紐約那家我經常去的飯館,就注意到坐在第一張桌子前的一个矮小的老人,那人正吃着一块厚厚的带血的牛排。那块当时是很稀罕的带血的牛排,和他那副忧愁、俊秀的脸容,引起了我的注意。我一定在哪儿見过这人,也許在巴黎,也許在別的地 When I first went to the restaurant I frequented in New York, I noticed a little old man sitting in front of the first table, who was eating a thick, bloody steak. That was a rare bloodied steak, and his pair of sad, handsome face, caught my attention. I must have seen this man somewhere, perhaps in Paris, perhaps elsewhere