但現在似乎還有恢復的希望
One day, a father and his little son were going home. At this age, the boy was interesting in all kinds of things and was always asking questions. Now, he asked, "What's the meaning of the word 'Drunk', dad?"
"Well, my son," his father replied, "look, there are standing two policemen. If I regard the two policemen as four then I am drunk."
"But, dad," the boy said, "there's only ONE policeman!"
The great novelist had gone mad, but now there seemed to be some hope for his recovery. For six months, he had been sitting at his typewriter pounding out a novel. Finally, he pronounced it completed and brought the book to his psychiatrist, who eagerly began reading it aloud:
General Jackson leaped upon his faithful horse and yelled, 'Giddyap, giddyap, giddyap, giddyap' The doctor thumbed through the rest of the manuscript. There's nothing here but 500 pages of giddyaps! he exclaimed.
Stubborn horse, explained the writer.
大作家瘋了,但現在似乎還有恢復的希望。六個月以來,他都坐在打字機旁用力地敲一部小說。終于,他宣稱書已寫好并把它拿到精神病醫生那里。醫生急切地大聲朗讀起來:
“杰克遜將軍跨上他的忠實的馬,喊道:‘駕,駕,駕,駕……’”醫生翻了翻剩下的手稿。“五百頁紙竟全是‘駕,駕’!”他驚奇地說。
“是匹倔強的馬,”作家解釋道。
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