[第三十九夜]撒玛利亚的大魔法师出走了。一时间,从蛇价飞涨的大数到纸草芬芳的比布罗斯,从总在开会的卡帕多西亚到群马人立的安提阿,所有的魔法师、假魔法师和梦想成为魔法师或假魔法师的人都在扼腕、撇嘴、号啕或者大笑。 [Thirty-ninth night] The great magician of Samaria fled. For a time, from the soaring number of snakes to the fragrant Bibloss of papyrus, from Antioch, always in meeting in Cappadocia to the Gunma, all magi, fake sorcerers, and dreams became sorcerers Or fake magician who are prancing, curl one’s lip, number 啕 or laugh.