我的漆器鼻烟盒上也笼罩着一层水汽。

A curious deposit all over my snuff-box, evidently residue of moisture acting on lacquer.

怪得很，这动作会叫人想起个十八世纪的绅士，拿出他的鼻烟盒来款待你。

It was a gesture which, if anyone had still thought in such terms, might have recalled an eighteenth-century nobleman offering his snuffbox.

可是你从未见过我闻鼻烟，因为在那鼻烟盒里面，我放了块巴马干酪——一种意大利产的干酪，非常的滋补。

And you never saw me take snuff; the reason being that in my snuff-box I carry a piece of Parmesan cheese - a cheese made in Italy, very nutritious.

他戴着皮帽的头像被雕刻在各种场合，居民家里也会悬挂画像，鼻烟盒甚至印章戒指上都有他的头像。

Medallions of his fur-capped head were struck, engravings were hung in homes, and his likeness graced snuffboxes and signet rings.

他在背心里掖了一个小梨，不论你怎么看他都是那副尊容，随身带着有个坠子的鼻烟盒，象牙柄的，还有棋子、扇子、教堂地图。

Under his vest he carries a little pear. However you look at him it is always the same panorama: netsuke snuffbox, ivory handle, chess piece, fan, temple motif.