《螺丝在拧紧》 · 第 8 段

In the first weeks the days were long; they often, at their finest, gave me what I used to call my own hour, the hour when, for my pupils, teatime and bedtime having come and gone, I had, before my final retirement, a small interval alone. Much as I liked my companions, this hour

《螺丝在拧紧》 · 第 8 段