摘要
IT is a gray Saturday morning on Nanjing Bridge. Dusty trucks and honking buses stream across as, 100 meters below, a lone dredger chugs along the Yang- tze. On a nearby street corner stands a stout, close-cropped
IT is a gray Saturday morning on Nanjing Bridge. Dusty trucks and honking buses stream across as, 100 meters below, a lone dredger chugs along the Yang-tze. On a nearby street corner stands a stout, close-cropped thirty-something man. He watches intently the stream of pedestrians that passes by, sifting through the bobbing mosaic of faces for a certain expression, or body language trait that may betray what he defines as ＂a person without spirit.＂
