【有声英语文学名著】英国病人 77

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 He was one for ceremonies. I don’t think he loved the desert,  but he had an affection for it that grew out of awe¹ at our stark² order, into which he wanted to fit himself—like a joyous³ undergraduate who respects silent behaviour in a library. We had not expected him to bring his wife, but we were I suppose courteous⁴ about it. She stood there while the sand collected in her mane of hair. What were we to this young couple? Some of us had written books about dune⁵ formation, the disappearance⁶ and reappearance of oases⁷, the lost culture of deserts. We seemed to be interested only in things that could not be bought or sold, of no interest to the outside world. We argued about latitudes⁸, or about an event that had happened seven hundred years earlier. The Cliftons were on the last days of their honeymoon⁹.