His message perplexed his mind to that degree that he was fain, several times, to take off his hat m scratch his head. Except on the crown, which was raggedly bald, he had stiff black hair, standing jaggedly all over it, and growing down hill almost to his broad, blunt nose. It was so like smith’s work, so much more like the top of a strongly spiked wall than a head of hair, that the best of players at leap-frog might have declined him, as the most dangerous man in the world to go over. While he trotted back with the message he was to deliver to the night watchman in his box at the door of Tellson s Bank, by Temple Bar, who was to deliver it to greater authorities within, the shadows of the night took such shapes to him as arose out of the message, and took such shapes to the mare as arose out of her private topics of uneasiness. They seemed to be numerous, for she shied at every shadow on the road. 点击查看答案

从前有个愚人，有一天想上市去买双新鞋。他便先用尺子把脚量了量。拿了根稻秆，记下尺码。可是因为急于赶路，把稻秆忘在家里了。他来到市上，找到了卖鞋的摊子，摸了摸口袋，记尺码的稻秆不见了，就对卖鞋的说：“尺码忘在家里了，不晓得大小，让我回家拿尺码去!”说罢，拔腿就跑。他急急忙忙回家拿了那根稻秆，又急急忙忙赶回市上来，一来一去，花了很多时间。等他赶回市上，天已晚了，集市已经散了。他白忙了一阵，还是没有买到鞋子。那时，有人问他：“你是给自己买鞋子，还是替别人代买”愚人回答说：“我自己穿的呀!”那人又问他：“那么，你身上不是长着脚么又何必带尺码呢!” 点击查看答案