It needed this voice from the past to recall me; the indiscriminate chatter of praise all that crowded day had worked on me like a succession of advertisement hoardings on a long road, kilometre after kilometre between the poplars, commanding one to stay at some new hotel, so that when at the end of the drive, stiff and dusty, one arrives at the destination, it seems inevitable to turn into the yard under the name that had first bored, then angered one, and finally become an inseparable part of one’s fatigue.? 讓我記起事來的話需要來自過往的聲音：那一天很忙碌，那喋喋不休的胡亂贊頌對我來說就是漫漫長路上楊樹之間的一系列巨幅廣告牌，一公里接著一公里，招徠著人們?nèi)バ麻_的旅店。如此一來，當(dāng)肢體僵硬、風(fēng)塵仆仆的人們在驅(qū)車的最后關(guān)頭、抵達(dá)終點(diǎn)的時候，開車轉(zhuǎn)進(jìn)旅店的場地似乎也就無可避免了。而進(jìn)的那片場地屬于廣告牌上刊登的第一家，結(jié)果卻激怒了另一家旅店，所有的一切到頭來都成了人們的不可分割的一部分疲勞。