在一个阴沉的冬天的傍晚,我坐在由横须贺开往东京方向的二等客车的一个角落里,直愣愣地等着发车汽笛的鸣响。在早就点上电灯的车箱里,很难得,除了我以外,一个乘客也没有。看看车外,在昏暗的月台上,今天甚至连一个送行的人影儿都看不到,只有一条关在笼子里的小狗,不时悲叫几声。这一番景象,与我当时的心情,简直相称到了不可思议的程度。说不出的疲劳和倦怠,在我的头脑中投下了一片犹如下雪天般混浊的阴影。我把双手一动不动地插在外套口袋儿里,甚至连把口袋儿里的晚报掏出来看 On a gloomy winter’s evening, I sat in a corner of the second-class coach bound for Tokyo from Yokosuka and waited straight for the sound of the whistle. It was rare to have a light bulb in the trunk, except for me, a passenger. Look outside the car, on the dim platform, even today, one of the men who give away the line can not see, only a dog in the cage, grief from time to time howl. This scene, with my mood at that time, simply matched the incredible level. Tired of fatigue and burnout cast a cloud-like shadow in my mind. I put my hands motionless inserted in the jacket pocket children, and even pocket the evening newspaper pulled out