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Text B The Happy Man（第1页）

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Itisadahihelivesofothersaeheself-ceofpolitis，reformersandsuchlikearedtofortheirfellowsmeasuresthatmustaltertheirmas，andpointsofview.Ihavealwayshesitatedtogiveadvice，forhoweadviseaoalessohatotheraswellasoneknowsoneself?Heavenknows，Iknowlittleenoughofmyself:Iknownothingofothers.Welyguessatthethoughtsaihbours.Eaeofusisaprisonerinasolitarytowerandheuheotherprisoners，whoformmankind，byalsignsthathavehesamemeaningforthemasforhimself.Aunately，issomethingthatyouleadbutoakesareoftenirreparable，andwhoamIthatIshouldtellthisohowheshouldleadit?Lifeisadiffiessahardenoughtomakemyoleteahibeeeaeighbourwhatheshoulddowithhis.Buttherearemenwhoflouhejour，thewaybeforethemisfusedandhazardous，andono，howeverunwillingly，Ihavebeeopointthefie.Sometimesmeome，whatshallIdowithmylife?AndIhaveseenmyselfforamomehedarkcloakofDestiny.

&hatIadvisedwell.

IwasayoungmanandIlivedimentinLooriaStatioernoon，wheothinkthatIhadwhforthatday，Iheardaringatthebell.Iopeoater.Heaskedmemyoldhim.Heaskedifhemightein.

&ainly.”

&omysitting-roomaositdowrifleembarrassed.Iofferedhimacigaretteandhehadsomediffilightingitwithoutlettinggoofhishat.WheisfactorilyachievedthisfeatIaskedhimifIshouldnotputitona.Hequicklydidthisadroppedhisumbrella.

“Ihopeyoudon’tmindmyingtoseeyoulikethis，”

hesaid.“MyephensandIamadoctor.You’reinthemedical，Ibelieve?”

&Idon’tpractise!”

“No，IkreadabookofyoursaboutSpainaoaskyouaboutit.”

“It’snoodbook，I’mafraid.”

&remainsthatyoukhingaboutSpainandthere’snooneelseIknowwhodoes.AndIthoughtperhapsyouwouldn’tmindgiviion!”

“Ishallbeveryglad.”

Hewassilentforamomeforhishatandholdingitinonehamirokeditwiththeother.Isurmisedthatitgavehimce.

“Ihopeyouwon’tthinkitveryoddforaperfegertotalktoyoulikethis.”

Hegaveaiclaugh.“I’mnotgoihestoryofmylife.”

WhehistomeIalwaysknoreciselywhattheyaregoingtodo.Idonotmind.InfactIratherlikeit.

“Iwasbroughtupbytwooldaunts.I’veneverbeenanywhere.I’vehing.I’vebeenmarriedforsixyears.Ihaveno.I’mamedicalofficerattheCamberwellInfirmary.I’tstiymore.”

Therewassomethiriki，sharpseheyhadaf.IhadnotgivehanacurslanowIlookedathimwithcuriosity.Hewasalittleman，thidstout，ofthirtyperhaps，witharoundredfawhiall，darkaeyes.Hisblackhairedclosetoabullet-shapedhead.Hewasdressediagooddealtheworseforwear.Itwasbaggyatthekhepocketsbulgeduntidily.

“Youknowwhatthedutiesareofamedicaloffiinfirmary.Onedayisprettymuother.Andthat’sallI’vegottolookforwardtofortherestofmylife.Doyouthinkit’sworthit?”

“It’sameansoflivelihood，”

Ianswered.