Rosie took a cigarette and pensively tapped its end on the table, but she did not light it.
罗西拿起一支香烟,沉思地把香烟的一头在桌上敲了敲,但是她没有把烟点着。
(The Savage winced; but Helmholtz, who was staring pensively at the floor, saw nothing.) " No." he concluded, with a sigh, it won't do. We need some other kind of madness and violence. But what? What? Where can one find it?
(野蛮人退缩了;但姆霍尔兹凝望着地板沉思,没有看见。)“不会的。”他叹了一口气,结束了谈话。不会激动的。我们需要别的种类的疯狂和暴力。但是,是什么?什么样的?到哪儿找去?