| 1. | Baldly as he had stated it , in his eyes was a rich vision of that hot , starry night at salina cruz , the white strip of beach , the lights of the sugar steamers in the harbor , the voices of the drunken sailors in the distance , the jostling stevedores , the flaming passion in the mexican s face , the glint of the beast - eyes in the starlight , the sting of the steel in his neck , and the rush of blood , the crowd and the cries , the two bodies , his and the mexican s , locked together , rolling over and over and tearing up the sand , and from away off somewhere the mellow tinkling of a guitar
话虽说得不好，他眼前却浮现出萨莱纳克鲁兹那个炎热的星夜的丰富景象。狭长的海滩的白影，港口运糖船的灯光，远处喝醉了酒的水手们的哈喝，熙熙攘攘的码头苦力，墨西哥人那满脸的怒气，他的眼睛在星光下闪出野兽一般的凶光，钢铁在自己脖于上的刺痛和热血的流淌。人群，惊呼，他和墨西哥人躯体扭结，滚来滚去，踢起了沙尘。 |
