十一月的某个晚上,寒风侵袭着城市,我抽身躲进一家酒馆,酒馆里挤满了像我一样躲避寒风的人,要过一杯威士忌后便坐在吧台旁,一边啜饮,一边环视着酒馆。酒馆的装饰实在是再普通不过了,粗制滥造的木头座椅,就像把一块朽木强行接在四个木桩上一样,吧台旁也有着普通的桶装啤酒,没有一丝情调。在酒馆中的人大多数消沉地喝着酒, One night in November, a cold wind struck the city, and I got out of my way to a tavern full of people like myself who had to avoid cold winds. After a glass of whiskey, I sat down beside the bar and sipping, Looking around the tavern The decoration of the tavern was no more ordinary than it was. The rudely made wooden seat was like having a dead tree forced on four stakes. The bar had an ordinary barrel of beer without any trace of it. Most of the people in the pub drank wine,