‘Oh,’ she said, ‘I die each time. Do you not die?’ ‘No. Almost. But did thee feel the earth move?’ ‘Yes. As I died. Put thy arm around me, please.’

  • -- Ernest Hemingway 欧内斯特·海明威

“哦,”她说,“我每次都死了。你没有死吗?“没有。几乎。但是你感觉到大地在动吗?“是的。当我死了。请用你的胳膊搂着我。”

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Once upon a time there was a piece of wood. It was not an expensive piece of wood. Far from it. Just a common block of firewood, one of those thick, solid logs that are put on the fire in winter to make cold rooms cozy and warm.

从前有一块木头。这不是一块昂贵的木头。远非如此。就是一堆普通的柴火,就是那种又厚又结实的木头,冬天放在火上,使寒冷的房间温暖舒适。

It is a sad commentary of our times when our young must seek advice and counsel from Dear Abby instead of going to Mom and Dad.

这是对我们这个时代的悲哀评论,我们的孩子必须向亲爱的艾比寻求建议和建议,而不是去找父母。