The Heart Is A Lonely Hunter 精彩片段：
Part Three-3
Out in the street again he saw that the clouds had turned a deep, angry purple. In the stagnant air there was a storm smell.
The vivid green of the trees along the sidewalk seemed to steal into the atmosphere so that there was a strange greenish glow over the street. All was so hushed and still that Jake paused for a moment to sniff the air and look around him. Then he grasped his suitcase under his arm and began to run toward the awnings of the main street. But he was not quick enough.
There was one metallic crash of thunder and the air chilled suddenly. Large silver drops of rain hissed on the pavement.
An avalanche of water blinded him. When he reached the New
York Cafe his clothes clung wet and shriveled to his body and his shoes squeaked with water.
Brannon pushed aside his newspaper and leaned his elbows on the counter. Now, this is really curious. I had this intuition you would come here just after the rain broke. I knew in my bones you were coming and that you would make it just too late. He mashed his nose with this thumb until it was white and flat. And a suitcase?’
It looks like a suitcase, Jake said. And it feels like a suitcase.
So if you believe in the actuality of suitcases I reckon this is one, all right.’
You ought not to stand around like this. Go on upstairs and throw me down your clothes. Louis will run over them with a hot iron.’
Jake sat at one of the back booth tables and rested his head in his hands. No, thanks. I just want to rest here and get my wind again.’
But your lips are turning blue. You look all knocked up.’
Im all right. What I want is some supper.’
Supper wont be ready for half an hour, Brannon said patiently.
Any old leftovers will do. Just put them on a plate. You dont even have to bother to heat them.’