He declared himself a philosopher who had given up everything , glory included . at times prulliere and fontan lolled back in their chairs , losing count of time in front of the empty table , while with theatrical gestures and intonation they discussed their former successes till two in the morning . but he would sit by , lost in thought , finishing the brandy bottle in silence and only occasionally emitting a little contemptuous sniff 有时，普律利埃尔和丰唐躺在椅子上，在餐具已经收拾了的桌子前，用演戏的手势和语调怡然自得地叙说各自的舞台成就，一直谈到深夜两点钟而博斯克则在一边想别的事情，相隔很长时间才蔑视地哼一声，一声不吭地喝他那瓶白兰地，当年的塔尔玛还留下什么了呢？
I recalled , too , the night in the middle of the thousand and one nights when queen scheherezade , through a magical mistake on the part of her copyist , started to tell the story of the thousand and one nights , with the risk of again arriving at the night upon which she will relate it , and thus on to infinity 我还想起一千零一夜正中间的那一夜，山鲁佐德王后(由于抄写员神秘的疏忽)开始一字不差地叙说一千零一夜的故事，这一来有可能又回到她讲述的那一夜，从而变得无休无止。
