I walked out and took a trolley to my apartment and Carlo Marx's papier-mache mountains grew red as the great sun rose from the eastward plains.

我走出去推了一辆推车到我的公寓,卡洛马克思的纸型山随着,东边太阳升起变成了红色。

耶鲁公开课 - 1945年后的美国小说课程节选

We were on the roof of America and all we could do was yell I guess across the night, eastward over the plains where somewhere an old man with white hair was probably walking towards us with the word and would arrive any minute and make us silent.

我们在美国的最高处大声叫喊,我想整个夜晚，在东部平原,随时可能有一个白发老人,向我们走来,让我们安静。

耶鲁公开课 - 1945年后的美国小说课程节选