【正确答案】
Right in front of a parking place at the flower market, the opener---and closer of doors, the idiot, sat on the curb with his knees doubled over into a gutter. He was sleeping, his head thrown back against a telephone pole. His hands were thrown down on a cement of the sidewalk, no longer trembling, but abandoned. Nor was his head trembling and shaking. His face asleep was beautiful.