He studied my face, and perhaps he saw an ambivalence about my own choices. I had this vision of me keeling over at my desk one day, halfway through a story, my editiors snatching the copy even as the medics carried my body away.

他研究了我的臉，也許他看到了我對自己選擇的矛盾心理。 有一天，我看到我倒在辦公桌前，故事講到一半，我的編輯們搶走了我的副本，而醫務人員卻把我的屍體抬走了。