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By the time theygot to the bus they were soaked. Eight of them were leaving. Fifteen hundredstill inside.

　上到车里时，所有人都被淋湿了。一共有八个人获释离开，但还有1500个囚犯留在背后的监狱里。

Shadow sat on thebus and shivered until the heaters started working, wondering what he was doing,where he would go now.

　影子坐在巴士里瑟瑟发抖，直到暖气开始让他暖和起来。他不知道自己到底在做什么，也不知道自己要到什么地方去。

Ghost imagesfilled his head, unbidden. In his imagination he was leaving another prison,long ago.

他的脑海中充满了古怪的景象。在他的想象中，仿佛很久很久之前，他正在离开另外一座监狱。

He had beenimprisoned in a lightless room for far too long: his beard was wild and hishair was a tangle.

想象中的他被关押在一个没有光线的房间里，关押了很久。他满脸胡须，头发也乱蓬蓬的。

The guards hadwalked him down a gray stone stairway and out into a plaza filled with brightlycolored things, with people and with objects.

　看守们押着他走下一条灰色的石头台阶，来到外面一个充满明亮色彩的广场上，到处都是穿着鲜艳的行人和色彩鲜亮的物品。

It was a marketday and he was dazzled by the noise and the color,

这是集市日，声音和色彩弄得他眼花缭乱。

squinting at thesunlight that filled the square, smelling the salt-wet air and all the goodthings of the market, and on his left the sun glittered from the water ...

　他眯缝着眼睛，看着洒满整个广场的明媚阳光，呼吸着潮湿的充满海盐味道的空气和集市上所有货品的味道，在他身体的左侧，太阳正在海面上闪闪发光……

The bus shudderedto a halt at a red light.

　巴士在红灯前摇摇晃晃停了下来。

The wind howledabout the bus, and the wipers slooshed heavily back and forth across thewindshield, smearing the city into a red and yellow neon wetness.

外面的寒风呼啸着从巴士旁擦身而过，前窗上的雨刷沉重地摇摆着。车窗上湿漉漉的雨水把外面的城市模糊成一片红黄相间的霓虹色块。

 It was early afternoon, but it looked likenight through the glass.

现在不过刚到下午，但透过窗户看出去，天色却仿佛已是深夜。

“Shit,” said the man in the seat behindShadow, rubbing the condensation from the window with his hand, staring at awet figure hurrying down the sidewalk. “There’s pussy out there.”

Shadow swallowed.It occurred to him that he had not cried yet—had in fact felt nothing at all.No tears. No sorrow. Nothing.

影子吞了一口口水。他突然意识到他至今都没有哭出来。说实话，他没有感到任何伤感。没有眼泪，没有悲伤，什么感觉都没有。

He found himselfthinking about a guy named Johnnie Larch he’d shared a cell with when he’dfirst been put inside,

他发觉自己正在回忆一个叫尊尼·拉什的家伙，他刚被关进来时曾和拉什分享同一间牢房。

who told Shadowhow he’d once got out after five years behind bars with one hundred dollars anda ticket to Seattle, where his sister lived.

拉什告诉影子，他曾在服刑5年后获释，口袋里装着100美元和一张去西雅图的机票。他妹妹住在西雅图。

Johnnie Larch hadgot to the airport, and he handed his ticket to the woman on the counter, andshe asked to see his driver’s license.

尊尼·拉什来到机场，把他的机票递给柜台后面的女人。她要求查看他的驾驶执照。

He showed it toher. It had expired a couple of years earlier. She told him it was not valid asID.

他把驾照给她看。不过驾照几年前就过期了。

He told her itmight not be valid as a driver’s license, but it sure as hell was fineidentification, and damn it, who else did she think he was, if he wasn’t him?

她告诉他说这驾照不能用做身份证明。他对她说这也许不是有效的驾驶执照，但肯定可以用作身份证明。见鬼，如果他不是他本人的话，她以为他是谁？

She said she’dthank him to keep his voice down.

　她请他说话小声一点。