It was a worn whisper, dry and papery, and it brushed so distinctly across the ear that, by the accustomed, the material minutiae in which it originated could be realized as by touch.
这
精疲力竭的低语,干枯嘶哑,轻薄如纸,它从耳畔刮过,让人听来
如此真切,这种久已听惯、被风刮过荒原边边角角所造成的飒飒声,让人觉得简直可以用手触摸到。