某天邀了一帮北欧的作家和朋友们在家里聚会晚餐。在场大多是熟人,屈指可数的几张生面孔皆是出版商朋友招呼来的。第四十九号是其中之一。他年近半百,体积庞大,敞开着的西装仿佛两面旗帜。第四十九号坐在最大最柔软的椅子里,远看像一个饱满的沙丘。 One day a group of Scandinavian writers and friends were invited to meet for dinner at home. Most of the people present were acquaintances, and a handful of faces were welcomed by the publisher’s friends. No. 49 is one of them. He is nearly half a hundred years old, bulky, and his open suit resembles two flags. No. 49 sat in the largest and softest chair, far from looking like a full sand dune.