| 3. | The echoing chamber of his soul was a narrow room , a conning tower , whence were directed his arm and shoulder muscles , his ten nimble fingers , and the swift - moving iron along its steaming path in broad , sweeping strokes , just so many strokes and no more , just so far with each stroke and not a fraction of an inch farther , rushing along interminable sleeves , sides , backs , and tails , and tossing the finished shirts , without rumpling , upon the receiving frame
他灵魂的回音室狭小得如一座锥形的塔，指挥着他的胳膊和肩肌十个灵巧的指头和熨斗，沿着雾气腾腾的道路迅跑，做大刀阔斧的挥动。挥动的次数不多不少，而且恰到好处，决不过火，只沿着无穷无尽的两袖两腰后背后摆急跑，然后把熨烫完的衬衫甩到承接架上，还不让它打皱。 |
