from money出身富貴人家

Well, this glass, this drink, this countertop, uh, our bodies... all of it. It's mostly empty space. Groupings of tiny energy waves bound together. By what? Forces of attraction strong enough to convince us that matter is solid. Stop my body passing through yours.

嗯，這隻杯子， 這杯酒， 這檯面， 呃，我們的身體…… 全都是。 幾乎全是空的。 一小簇一小簇的能量波綁在一起。 靠什麼？ 引力強到能讓我們相信 物質是實心的。 攔住我的身體，不讓它穿過你的。

But my second husband was Joe Dallet. He was, um, from money, like me, but... he was a union organizer in Youngstown, Ohio. Fell hard. How hard? Hard enough to spend the next four years living off beans and pancakes, handing out the Daily Worker at factory gates. Quit the Party and a year later, I wanted him back, so... Him, not the Daily Worker. And he said, "Swell, I'll meet you on my way to Spain." He went to fight for the Loyalists? And then he went to the brigades and I waited. And... Joe got himself killed first time he popped his head out of the trench. Ideology got Joe killed. For nothing. Spanish Republic isn't nothing. My husband offered both our futures to stop one fascist bullet from embedding itself in a mudbank. That's the definition of nothing.

但我第二任丈夫是喬·達利特。 他，呃，出身有錢人家，跟我一樣，可是…… 他在俄亥俄州揚斯敦做工會組織者。 愛得很深。 有多深？ 深到接下來四年 在廠門口發《每日工人報》。 退了黨，一年以後， 他說：「好啊，我去西班牙路上跟你會合。」 他去幫共和派打仗了？ 然後他進了國際縱隊，我就等著。 然後…… 喬把自己送死了 頭一回從戰壕裡探出頭。 意識形態害死了喬。毫無意義。 西班牙共和國可不是毫無意義。 我丈夫把我們倆的未來都賠上去了 這才叫毫無意義。