“The man bent his steps towards an inn, which was the best in the countryside. He entered the kitchen, which opened on a level with the street. The host, hearing the door open and seeing a newcomer enter, said, without raising his eyes from his stoves…”斯塔克有着不逊于贾维斯的嗓音,让这位每分钟几百万上下的天才富豪为我念书,我干嘛那么抵触。他的声音将我环绕,有着让人放松的魔力,我的思绪越来越模糊,只觉得他的气息离我越来越近。