Anh ta đang rùng mình như một con chó chăn cừu trong một sân tuyết, mặc dù thời tiết chính thức là ‘Clement’. Thứ năm chia sẻ nỗi sợ hãi của anh ấy.
He was shivering like a Wicklow sheepdog in a snowy yard, though the weather was officially ‘clement’.The first layer of clothing was his jacket, the second his shirt, the third his long-johns, the fourth his share of lice, the fifth his share of fear.
Sebastian Barry, A Long Long Way