None of these people had ever seen any poet but an old white-haired man who had written volumes of easy, too-honied verse, and run through his money and gone clean out of his mind.

除了一个白发老头外，左邻右舍们便没有见过其他诗人。那老头写了不少文字简单而又甜得腻人的诗歌，他挥金如土，神志日衰。