He was still naive in lots of ways, head off in fantasies, talking about poison-breathing dragons and fiery blazes and ghastly ghasts, and always sketching them in that tattered old notebook of his.

他在很多方面仍然很天真，沉浸在幻想中， 谈论喷着毒药的龙、炽热的火焰和可怕的妖怪，并总是在他那本破烂的旧笔记本上画出它们的草图。