Monteriano was sad without her; the rain was thickening; the scraps of Donizetti floated tunelessly out of the wineshops, and of the great tower opposite he could only see the base, fresh papered with the advertisements of quacks.

没有她，蒙特里亚诺很难过。雨越来越大了；多尼采蒂的碎片无声无息地从酒馆里飘出，在对面的高塔上，他只能看到底部，上面贴着江湖郎中的广告。