故事,你跑到哪里去啊? 你为什么离开了我? 我是否虐待了你？破坏你的情节逻辑呢？ 不走向你必然的结论？ 还是你以为我对你不忠，跟其它的故事发生关系？我到底是犯了什么罪？
现在我只是一个单独的字，留在一本空白的书里。。。
每天我没事做， 我只能从第一页跑到第二百页， 连一个卑贱的标点符号都没有。。。
我跟你说，你不是世界上唯一个故事！
我会当汉姆雷特！我会当李尔王！我会当奥赛罗！不要怀疑我——我真会！
但是我们已经在一起好多年，差不多浑然一体！如果你回来我保证我不会发表你，不会把你出卖，我会把你的杜撰当作我的台词。
To The Story of My Life:
Why have you left me?
If you think I misused you, show me how-
Did I confuse your plot, defuse your drama,
Or defect into another genre? No, and now
I am just a single word, alone in an empty book
Even the footnotes have flown away
Even the title has departed
And my single word is no pun at all.
But I tell you, you are not the only story in the world!
I could be in Hamlet!
I could be in King Lear!
I could be in Othello! I’ve had offers!
However, we have already been together
On so many endeavors
And for so many years
That we are almost one.
If you come back, if you accept my repentance,
I will serve my function, your diction and your tone,
I will stick to the script, making your words my sentence,
And your fiction my own.
