But none of these scars were fresh. They were as old as erosions[侵蚀] in a fishless desert. Everything about him was old except his eyes, and they were the same color as the sea and were cheerful and undefeated.
但是这些伤疤中没有一块是新的。它们像无鱼可打的沙漠中被侵蚀的地方一般古老。他身上的一切都显得古老,除了那双眼睛,它们像海水一般蓝,是愉快而不肯认输的。
Wherever we are, what we hear is mostly noise. When we ignore it, it disturbs us. When we listen to it, we find it fascinating.
The world, as a rule, does not live on beaches and in country clubs.