八点钟。尤利乌斯放录音带第九交响乐的最后一个乐章:“欢乐,欢乐……”不太快的快板,男高音的嗓音划破了寂静;尤利乌斯站在窗前。那年轻女人,比平时晚了两分钟,从门廊出来,立刻放开脚步,几乎跑起来;她穿一身生丝套装,戴着沉重的金首饰;尤利乌斯欣赏她的长脖子和她的腿时打了个 Eight O’clock. Julius put the last movement of the ninth symphony of tapes: “Joy, joy ...” The not-too-quick clapper, the tenor’s voice pierced silence; Julius stood by the window. The young woman, two minutes later than usual, came out from the porch and immediately released her gait and almost ran; she wore a raw silk suit and heavy gold jewelry; Julius admired her long neck and her legs I was beaten