英語翻譯
If you have a minute.I'd like to tell you a bit about myself.
The first thing you need to understand is that I am alone.I've been alone for a pretty long time now.I'm used to it.I'm content.
Before I became more or less a hermit,I found that I had two passions in life.One was performing.Even today,when I found that I can't relate to oehers,I can still stand in fount of them and make them laugh or surprise them.The irony is strong enough to taste.
It doesn't taste good.
In case you're wondering,my second passion was a girl named Kathryn.But I'll get to that later.
I generally face the same day-to-day problems as every other person,expect that when every other person gets stuck,they have their friends and associates to back them up.I don't.
I know that you don't want to hear me describe my admittedly less than fascinating lifestyle,so instead,I'll describe my day with a much more interesting allegory.
I used to find joy in the company of others.Now,I only have the company of myself.
I've been tasked with psychoanalyzing Jack after his breakdown in general,he recalls his life very accurately-The things he says line up with all of the records.
The first problem is that he doesn't seem to remember any of my visits.I've talked with him once a week for the past eight years,and he always tells me the same things as if we have never met before.
He describes himself as a loner,and this makes a whole lot of sense,as he has been kept in solitary confinement for the duration of his stay at the hospital.
He always briefly talks about his life,and eventually gets into the story of how he lost a loved one,Kathryn.
He understands that she has died,and he certainly feels at least somewhat responsible,but he doesn't recall that he murdered her.