A few hours later, I was but a walking disease; my mind — if one could use the word — had become a barrel-organ, grinding in endless repetition a bar or two of idle music.

几个小时后，我就成了走路的病；我的头脑——如果可以用这个词的话——变成了一个管风琴，无休止地重复着一两小节的闲乐。