【有声英语文学名著】英国病人 75（在线收听）

 There seemed to be a small lump, a dog possibly, under the covers. I pulled back the djellaba and there was a small Arab girl tied up, sleeping there. By 1932, Bagnold was finished and Madox and the rest of us were everywhere.  Looking for Zerzura.  1932 and 1933 and 1934. Not seeing each other for months. Just the Bedouin and us, crisscrossing the Forty Days Road. There were rivers of desert tribes, the most beautiful humans I’ve met in my life. We were German, English, Hungarian, African—all of us insignificant to them. We disappeared into landscape. Fire and sand, Gradually we became nationless. I came to hate nations.I wanted to erase my name and the place I had come from. By the time war arrived, after ten years in the desert, it was easy for me to slip across borders, not to belong to anyone,