每当理查德·科里走进闹市,街上的行人都会注视他:他从头到脚都是完美无缺的绅士,眉清目秀,伟岸颀长。他的衣着总是低调华丽,他的谈吐总是富有人情;一声“早安”令人怦然心动,他迈开的步子溢彩流光。他很富有——是的,富可敌国——每一个动作都优雅得令人赞叹不已总而言之,我们认为他无所不有我们都盼望成为他。于是我们埋头苦干,等待福光的降临,整日没有肉吃,咒骂难吃的面包;而理查德·科里,在一个宁静的夏夜,回到家,朝自己的脑袋开了一枪。 Whenever Richard Corey walked into the streets, the pedestrians in the street watched him: he was a perfect gentleman from head to toe, with great eyes and great looks. His dress always low-key gorgeous, his conversation is always full of humanity; soon as “Good Morning” is astonishing, his pace of progress overflowing. He is rich - yes, rich and powerful - every movement is elegant and impressive. All in all, we think he has everything and we all want to be him. So we worked hard and waited for the coming of the blessed light, no meat to eat all day long, cursing the unpleasant bread; and Richard Corry, on a quiet summer night, came home and shot his head.