" Truly harrowing, " Henry's voice says tinnily over the speaker.

“真是令人痛苦，”亨利的声音在扩音器里沙哑地说。

I liked the fuggy bacon-scented warmth of the cafe, the little bursts of cool air as the door opened and closed, the low murmur of conversation and, when quiet, Frank's radio singing tinnily to itself in the corner.

我喜欢咖啡馆散发着闷热熏肉味的温暖，喜欢开门和关门时阵阵凉爽的空气， 喜欢低声交谈，安静时，弗兰克的收音机在角落里自言自语。