It was a worn whisper, dry and papery, and it brushed so distinctly across the ear that, by the accustomed, the material minutiae in which it originated could be realized as by touch.
这是精疲力竭低语,干枯嘶哑,轻薄如纸,它从耳畔刮过,让人听来是如此真切,这种久已听惯、被风刮过荒原边边角角所造成飒飒声,让人觉得简直可以用手触摸。