The leopard swept over her, again and again and yet again, like a long prairie wind, and rolling beneath him, she rode on that wind like some temple virgin toward the sweet, compliant fires marking the soft curve of oblivion.

• 那豹子一遍又一遍掠过她的身体,却又像草原长风一遍又一遍吹过,而她在他身下辗转翻腾,像一个奉献给寺庙的处女乘着这股风驶向那美妙的,驯服的圣火,勾画出忘却尘世的柔和线条。