我需要知道我要去哪里。
No doubt about it, my fellow monk, Father Martin, was a bit of an absent-minded professor. He often filled in for sick priests at other parishes, and one Saturday he found himself on a train to a new destination, frantically searching his pockets for his ticket.
"Forget about it, Father," said the conductor, recognizing him as a regular.
"I'm sure you paid for a ticket."
"I can't forget about the ticket," Father Martin replied nervously.
"I need to know where I'm going."
毫無疑問,我的同事芒克馬丁神父,是個有點健忘的教授。他星期六經(jīng)常代替生病的牧師和其他教區(qū)牧師工作,一個星期六,他坐在火車上去個新的目的地,最后瘋狂地在口袋里找他的票。“算了吧,爸爸,”售票員說,認識到他作為一個普通人。“我確定你已經(jīng)買過票了。”“我不能算了,”神父不安地回答。“我需要知道我要去哪里。”
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