那条狗在等我,我知道它会等我,那是马路对面马丁布鲁姆家的大黄狗。我来回跑了三趟,才把车里的日常杂物和照相设备搬进小木屋,剩下的东西要等到明天再说了。四月里的卡茨基尔山还是冬天,我燃起壁炉里的炭火,煮了一壶咖啡,倒了满满一杯爱尔兰威士忌。尽管天气很冷,可我还是留着一扇窗户没有关,好让离小木屋十英尺之遥的潺潺溪水催我入眠,结束我一生中最糟糕的一天——这一天总算结束了。第二天也没有好到哪儿去,前一 The dog was waiting for me, and I knew it would wait for me, that was the big yellow dog at Martin Broome across the road. I ran back and forth three times before moving the car’s everyday sundries and photographic equipment into the log cabin and the rest of it waited until tomorrow. In the winter of the Catskills still winter, I lit up the charcoal in the fireplace, cooked a pot of coffee and poured a glass of Irish whiskey. Despite the cold weather, I still had a window, so that the gurgling stream ten feet from the cabin reminded me to sleep and ended my worst day in my life - it was over. The next day there is no good where to go, the previous one