It was not the constant pipe, or the Nottingham vowels, or the friendly but disconcerting stare.

这份独特，那一成不变的烟斗无关，那一口诺丁汉腔的乡音无关，那友善却令人尴尬的眼神无关。

We're inquisitive . we love his accent and his countre.

我们很好奇。我们喜欢的口音的乡音。

It's hard to say exactly what's wrong with Lovecraft's dialogue, other than the obvious: it's stilted and lifeless, brimming with country cornpone ( “some place whar things ain't as they is here” ) .

很难准确说出洛弗克拉夫特的对话到底有病，但有一点很明显：它们不自然，毫无生气，充满做作的乡音（“别的地方，跟这里不一样”）。

Dany was helpless to refuse. " As you wish. Bring your frog to court tomorrow. The others too. The Westerosi" . It would be nice to hear the Common Tongue from someone besides Ser Barristan.

丹妮没法拒绝。" 如你所愿。明天带你的青蛙上朝。其人带上，那些维斯特洛人。" 能听到巴利斯坦爵士之外的乡音总归是好事。