在路上On the Road
一个急急巴巴的，骇人的天使，风风火火地穿过马路，像云似的以极快的速度向我逼近，又像是传说中的穿尸衣的旅人，在平原上朝我扑来。
我看到了他那张疯狂消瘦的大脸和发亮的眼睛；我看到了他的翅膀；我看到了他那辆发射出千万道火焰光芒的旧汽车；我看到了地上一路上燃烧过后的痕迹；势不可挡地开出一条通道，穿过玉米地，穿过城市，焚毁桥梁，烧干了河流。
他像是来到西部的愤怒之神。我知道迪安又疯了。一切都完了。他身后的废墟还在冒烟。他再次向西越过呻吟的大陆，很快就要来到。我们赶紧替他做些准备。消息说他要开车送我去墨西哥。
A frantic, terrifying angel, sweeping across the road in a rush of wind and fire, bearing down on me at tremendous speed like a cloud, or like the shroud-clad traveler of legend, hurling himself at me across the plain.
I saw his huge, gaunt, crazed face and his gleaming eyes; I saw his wings; I saw his old car shooting out ten million rays of flame; I saw the scorched trail it left burning along the ground; unstoppable, it forced open a passage, through the cornfields, through the cities, burning down bridges, drying up the rivers.
He was like a god of wrath come to the West. I knew Dean had gone mad again. It was all over. The ruins behind him were still smoking. Once more he was crossing the groaning continent westward, and soon he would arrive. We hurried to get a few things ready for him. Word had it he was going to drive me to Mexico.
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