三十三年过去了，在这期间，我的母亲、护士和牧师都死了(愿上帝保佑他们的灵魂)，算命先生还活着。昨天我在教堂门口遇见了他，交谈时他说：“我早就知道你会成为一个伟大的音乐家，你刚出生我就预知了你的未来。”
我相信他—因为现在我也忘记了那个世界的语言。
the other language
three days after i azing , “ho yet so gay.”
and i nant;and i cried,“it is not true, mother; for my bed is hard, and the milk i have sucked is bitter to my mouth, and the odour of the breast is foul in my nostrils, and i am most miserable.”
but my mother did not understand, nor did the nurse; for the language i spoke christened, the priest said to my mother,“you should indeed be happy, madame, that your son uage.
and after seven moons, one day a soothsayer looked at me,and he said to my mother, “your son reat leader of men.”
but i cried out, “that is a false prophecy; for i shall be a musician, and naught but a musician shall i be.”
but even at that age my language reat ate of the temple;and together he said, “l have alreat musician. even in your infancy i prophesied and foretold your future.”
and i believed him—for nootten the language of that other world.
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