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Why do you rush through the fields in trains, Guessing so much and so much. Why do you flash through the flowery meads, Fat-head poet that nobody reads; And why do you know such a frightful lot About people in gloves and such?

你为什么坐火车匆匆忙忙地穿过田野，猜了那么多又那么多。你为什么在没有人读的花团锦簇的草地上闪过?你为什么对戴着手套之类的人了解得那么多?

— G. K. Chesterton G.K.切斯特顿