一位年轻作家初到纽约,马克·吐温请他吃 饭,作陪的都是本地的达官显贵。临入席的时候, 那位作家越想越害怕,浑身都发起抖来。 “你哪里不舒服吗?”马克·吐温问。 “我怕得要死,他们一定会请我发言,可是我 实在不知道该说什么。一想起可能要在他们面前 献丑,我就心神不宁。” When a young writer first arrived in New York, Mark Twain invited him to dinner. The local magnates were accompanied. At the time of attending the banquet, the writer grew more frightened and started to shake. “Where are you uncomfortable?” asked Mark Twain. “I’m scared to die. They will certainly ask me to speak, but I really don’t know what to say. When I think of the possible ugliness in front of them, I will be uneasy.”