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There was a light ahead, and as I rounded the corner I came upon five men, all wearing white T-shirts, huddled around a bench.
前面有燈光，當我拐過街角時，我遇見了五個人，他們都穿著白色的T恤衫，圍在一條長凳旁。
I walked past, avoiding eye contact, and turned down a path, a narrow one, black dark, going down a hill, getting darker, very dark.
我走過他們，避免目光接觸，轉向一條黑暗狹窄的小路，走下一座山丘，我越走路越黑，簡直漆黑一片。
Then I heard a great shaking of the bushes beside me and froze.
這時，我聽到身邊的灌木叢中傳來一聲很響的搖動聲，我呆住了。
Animal? Mugger? Whatever I was hearing would surely stop making that noise, I thought.
是動物，還是搶劫犯？我想，不管我聽到的聲音是什么，肯定會很快停止的。
But it didn't. How can this be?
不過，聲響并沒有停下來。怎么會這樣呢？
I'm in the Park less than an hour and already I'm lost, on an unlighted path,
在公園里還沒有呆上一個小時就迷路了，走在一條沒有路燈的小道上，
facing an unknown thing shaking threateningly in the bushes, and I thought, Shit! What am I doing here?
面對著來路不明的家伙在樹叢中威脅地搖晃著，真討厭！我在這里干什么呢？
And I bolted, not running, exactly, but no longer strolling—and certainly not looking back—turning left, turning right, all sense of direction obliterated,
我快速離開，確切地說并不是在跑，但也絕不是漫步——當然沒有回頭——左拐右拐，所有的方向感都消失得無影無蹤，
the crashing continuing behind me, louder even, left, another man in a T-shirt, right, another man,
在我身后的灌木叢里一直響著嘩啦聲，聲音越來越大，左邊又出現了一個身穿T恤衫的人，右邊還有一個人，
when finally I realized where I was—in the Ramble.
這時我終于意識到自己在什么地方了——漫步園。
As I turned left again, I saw the lake, and the skyline of Central Park South.
我又向左拐時，看到了湖，看到了中央公園南部的天際線。
I stopped. I breathed. Relax, I told myself. It's only darkness.
我停下了腳步。喘了口氣。我自言自語著，放松。就只是天黑而已。
