Did he perhaps want a third? she asked. Some people liked more than two eggs. No, two would do, he replied, and, turning to my parents, added, “I know myself. If I have three, I’ll have a fourth, and more.” I had never heard someone his age say, I know myself. It intimidated me.
 
你想再吃一个吗？有些人喜欢吃好几个，玛法尔达问他。不，两颗就够了，他回答，接着转向我父母补充道：“我了解我自己。如果我吃三颗，我就会想要第四颗，或者更多。”我从来没听过他那个年纪的人说“我了解我自己”。这有点吓到了我。
 
But she had been won over well before, on his third morning with us, when she asked him if he liked juice in the morning, and he’d said yes. He was probably expecting orange or grapefruit juice; what he got was a large glass filled to the rim with thick apricot juice. He had never had apricot juice in his life. She stood facing him with her salver flat against her apron, trying to make out his reaction as he quaffed it down. He said nothing at first. Then, probably without thinking, he smacked his lips. She was in heaven. My mother couldn’t believe that people who taught at world-famous universities smacked their lips after downing apricot juice. From that day on, a glass of the stuff was waiting for him every morning.
 
但他老早就赢得了玛法尔达的好感，就在他抵达的第三天早晨，玛法尔达问他早上要不要果汁而他说要的时候。他可能以为是橙汁或葡萄柚汁，结果拿到的却是满满一大杯的浓稠杏汁。他从来没喝过杏汁。玛法尔达手拿托盘贴着围裙，站在他对面想看清他一饮而尽后的反应。起初他没说什么。接着，或许想都没想，他顺了顺嘴。玛法尔达乐坏了。我母亲不敢相信，一个在世界知名大学教书的人竟在大口喝光杏汁之后顺嘴。从那天起，每天早上总有一杯那个东西等着他。
 
He was baffled to know that apricot trees existed in, of all places, our orchard. On late afternoons, when there was nothing to do in the house, Mafalda would ask him to climb a ladder with a basket and pick those fruits that were almost blushing with shame, she said. He would joke in Italian, pick one out, and ask, Is this one blushing with shame? No, she would say, this one is too young still, youth has no shame, shame comes with age.
 
他很疑惑在我家果园里竟然就长了一棵杏树。黄昏之前，家里没事可做的时候，玛法尔达常要他带着篮子爬上梯子，摘她所谓“几乎羞红了脸”的果子。他会用意大利语开玩笑，挑出一颗来问“这颗羞红脸了吗？”玛法尔达会说：“还没。这颗还太年轻。年轻的不害臊，上了年纪才知道害臊。”

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