The scream grew more and more remote and I realized the melancholy fact that neither tomorrow nor Friday nor any other day or night could I make myself put her to death.
اون فرياد دورتر و دورتر ميشد و من به اين حقيقت ماليخوليايي پي بردم كه نه فردا و نه جمعه و نه هيچ روز يا شب ديگه‌اي