人来人往的曼哈顿中城东第35街。来回穿梭的白领们,通常并不怎么注意街边踽踽独行的流浪汉和乞丐。过去17年来,当他们的车停在红灯前,总有个衣衫褴褛、胡子拉碴、头发像稻草人一样的老头儿缓缓踱过来,敲敲车窗,口中念念有词,“帮帮忙怎么样?”顺便递进一份当天的免费报纸。“车窗们”通常会掏 Midtown Manhattan, 35th Street. White-collar workers who shuttle back and forth usually do not pay much attention to street-wandering vagrants and beggars. For the past 17 years, when their car was parked in front of a red light, there was always a ragged, unshaven, old man like a scarecrow walking slowly over the window, knocking on the window, “What’s wrong?” By the way, put in a free newspaper of the day. “Window ” usually dig