These people -- in my, symbol-obsessed, twelve year-old imagination -- these people who are strangling themselves as one of the first things they do each morning, they can't possibly be happy.
这些人——在我这个痴迷符号的、 十二岁小孩的想象中—— 这些每天早上做的第一件事 就是给自己套上绞索的人， 他们怎么可能开心呢。