费里姆·舒伯特把他那辆破旧的黄色面包车停在了盖洛普街的拐角口,他下了车掐灭烟头,走进了93号的酒吧。那是他每天都要去的地方,那里有他最喜欢的基尼斯酒,一种英格兰黑啤。来自都柏林的费里姆其次喜欢的是赌马,然后才轮到他的妻子肯切塔。米克在吧台里向他打招呼,费里姆说他这几天感觉不是太好,似乎血管在收缩。说话时他的脸部肌肉在控制不住地抽动着。米克猜测说也许他患上了流感?“不管是什么,感觉真是不太好。”费里姆的情绪有些沮丧。“喝吧,上帝保佑你。”米克递过黑啤,费里姆一饮而尽。 Fellim Schubert stopped his dilapidated yellow van at the corner of Gallup Street, got out of his car, smoked his cigarette butt and walked into the No. 93 bar. That’s where he goes every day, where he has his favorite Guinness, an English stout. Ferrim from Dublin next likes horse betting before he turns to his wife, Kenschap. Mick greeted him at the bar, and Fellim said he did not feel too good these days, as if the blood vessels were contracting. His facial muscles were twitching uncontrollably when he spoke. Mick speculated that maybe he had a flu? “No matter what, I feel really not very good.” Ferrim’s emotions a little frustrated. “Drink, God bless you.” Mick handed the stout and Fellim drank.