There's a man in the habit of hitting me on the head with an umbrella. It's exactly five years today that he's been hitting me on the head with his umbrella. At first I couldn't stand it, now I'm used to it.

    有人爱用雨伞打我的头。他总是用雨伞打我的头，迄今为止已经整整5年了。刚开始的时候我还不能忍受，可现在已经习惯了。

    I don't know his name. I know he's average in appearance, wears a gray suit, is graying at the temples, and has a common face. I met him five years ago one sultry morning. I was sitting on a tree-shaded bench in Palermo Park, reading the paper. Suddenly I felt something touch my head. It was the very same man who now, as I'm writing, keeps whacking me, mechanically and impassively, with an umbrella.

    我不知道他叫什么 ......