It was clear that the cashier's place in the world meant nothing real to him; it was a mere vacancy, lifeless, feelingless, with only stock phrases from the Gita—Who kills the body kills naught!
很明显,收银员在这个世地位对他来说毫无意义。只是一个空缺,有生命,有情,只有薄伽梵歌中陈词滥调——谁杀死了身体,谁就有杀死任何东西!