富人的身体就像一个高级棉枕头，白而软且空白。我们的则不同。我父亲的脊椎像一根打结的绳子，他胸前的皮肤薄得可以看到肋骨压出来的痕迹。
A rich man's body is like a premium cotton pillow, white and soft and blank. Ours are different. My father's spine was a knotted rope, and the skin on his chest was so thin that you could see the ribs pressing out against it.
We are all prisoners of our desires, and the key to our cell is in our own hands.