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"Why Mario?"
“为何叫马里奥？”
"Because I love everything Italian," he said.
“因为我喜欢意大利的一切。”他说。
When I told him that I'd recently spent four months in Italy, he found this fact so stupendously amazing that he came out from behind his desk and said, "Come, sit, talk." I came, I sat, we talked. And that's how we became friends.
我跟他说不久前我在意大利待了四个月，令他大感吃惊，他从柜台后走出来，说：“来，坐下来谈吧。”我坐了下来，我们谈话。于是我们成了朋友。
So this afternoon I decide to start my search for my medicine man by asking my new friend Mario if by any chance he knows a man by the name of Ketut Liyer.
因此这天下午我决定开始寻找我的药师，于是问我的新朋友马里奥是否碰巧知道一个叫老四赖爷的人。
Mario frowns, thinking.
马里奥皱眉思索。
I wait for him to say something like, "Ah, yes! Ketut Liyer! Old medicine man who died just last week—so sad when venerable old medicine man passes away . . ."
我等他说出类似这样的话：“啊，是的！老四赖爷！上礼拜过世的老药师——德高望重的老药师过世了，真遗憾啊……”
Mario asks me to repeat the name, and this time I write it down, assuming I'm pronoun-cing something wrong. Sure enough, Mario brightens in recognition. "Ketut Liyer!"
马里奥要我把名字再说一遍，这回我写下来，猜想自己或许发音有误。果真，马里奥认了出来，面露喜色。“老四赖爷！”
But he says instead, "Ketut Liyer is famous healer." "Yes! That's him!"
不过他接下来说的是：“老四赖爷是名医。”“对！就是他！”
