In an interview, I lose control even of what I am, for it is the interviewer who edits me, finally, into what he thinks I am, and never have I been happy with someone else's version of my life after that person has spent an entire two or three hours fathoming it.
在一次采访中,我甚至失去控制我,面试官是谁编辑的我,最后,他认为我,我从未有过快乐与别人的版本我生命的那个人花了整个两或三个小时彻底了解它。
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