总之，我认为，人类所遭受的大部分不幸，都是因为他们对事物的价值作出了错误的评估，是因为他们为哨子付出了过高的代价。
再见，我亲爱的朋友。请相信，我永远是你真诚的朋友，对你的情感持久不变。
有时候，期望越高，失望越大。擦亮眼睛，对事物的价值作出正确的评估，就不会付出过高的代价。
1. When I was a_________ of 7 years old， my friends， on a holiday， filled my pocket with coppers. I went directly to a_________ where they sold toys for children； and being charmed with the sound of a_________， that I met by the way in the hands of another boy， I voluntarily offered and gave_________ my money for one.
2. This， however， was afterwards of use to me， the_________ continuing on my mind； so that often， when I was tempted to buy some_________ things， I said to myself， “Don’t give too much for the_________.”And I saved my money.
3. As I grew up，_________ into the world， and observed the actions of men， I thought I met with many， very many， who gave too_________ for the whistle.
1. 坐在桌前心里想着与你快乐的接触，我整个晚上都在想念你，给你写回信，并反复阅读你的来信。
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2. 你喜欢听故事，那么请允许我讲一个发生在我身上的故事。
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3. 总之，我认为，人类所遭受的大部分不幸，都是因为他们对事物的价值作出了错误的评估，是因为他们为哨子付出了过高的代价。
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1. I sit down to spend it in thinking of you， in writing to you， and in reading over and over again your letters.
over and over again：再三，一再，多次，反复
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2. For to me it seems that most of the unhappy people we meet with become so by neglect of that caution.
neglect of：疏忽
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一座好谷仓
It Was a Good Barn
佚名 / Anonymous
An old friendship had grown cold. Where once there had been closeness， there was only strain. Now pride kept me from picking up the phone.
Then one day I dropped in on another old friend who had a long career as a minister and counselor. We were seated in his study—surrounded by maybe a thousand books and fell into deep conversation about everything from small computers to the tormented life of Beethoven.
The subject finally turned to friendship and how perishable it seems to be these days. I mentioned my own experience as an example. “Relationships are mysteries，” my friend said， “Some endure. Others fall apart.”
Gazing out his window to the wooded Vermont hills， he pointed toward a neighboring farm， “Used to be a large barn over there.” Next to a red-frame house were the footings of what had been a sizable structure.
“It was solidly built， probably in the 1870s. But like so many of the places around here， it went down because people left for richer lands in the Midwest. No one took care of the barn. Its roof needed patching； rainwater got under the eaves and dripped down inside the posts and beams.
“One day a high wind came along and the whole barn began to tremble. You could hear this creaking， first， like old sailing-ship timbers， and then a sharp series of cracks and a tremendous roaring sound. Suddenly it was a heap of scrap lumber.
“After the storm blew over， I went down and saw these beautiful， old oak timbers， solid as could be. I asked the fellow who owns the place what had happened. He said he figured the rainwater had settled in the pinholes， where wooden dowels held the joints together. Once those pins were rotted， there was nothing to link the giant beams together.”
We both gazed down the hill. Now all that was left of the barn was its cellar hole and its border of lilac shrubs.
My friend said he had turned the incident over and over in his mind， and finally came to recognize some parallels between building a barn and building a friendship： no matter how strong you are， how notable your attainments， you have enduring significance only in your relationship to others.
“To make your life a sound structure that will serve others and fulfill your own potential，” he said， “you have to remember that strength， however massive， can’t endure unless it has the interlocking support of others. Go it alone and you’ll inevitably tumble.”
“Relationships have to be cared for，” he added， “like the roof of a barn. Letters unwritten， thanks unsaid， confidences violated， quarrels unsettled—all this acts like rainwater seeping into the pegs ，weakening the link between the beams.”
My friend shook his head. “It was a good barn. And it would have taken very little to keep it in good repair. Now it will probably never be rebuilt.”
Later that afternoon I got ready to leave. “You wouldn’t like to borrow my phone to make a call， I don’t suppose？” He asked.
“Yes， ” I said， “I think I would. Very much.”
昔日的友情逐渐淡漠，曾经的亲密无间，如今只有剑拔弩张了。现在，强烈的自尊心让我无法拿起电话。
后来，有一天，我去拜访另一位老朋友，他做了多年的外交官和法律顾问，他的书房里堆放着上千本书籍。我们坐在那里无话不谈，从小型计算机聊到了贝多芬历经磨难的一生。
最后，话题又转到友谊上，谈到现在的友情似乎很容易变质，我举例提到了自己的经历。朋友说：“关系是神秘的，有些能耐久，有些却易破裂。”
他凝视着窗外那郁郁葱葱的弗蒙特山丘，指着附近的一个农场说道：“那儿曾是一个大谷仓。”我看到，在一栋红木屋旁，有一个庞大建筑物的地基。
“它是一座坚固的建筑物，大概建于19世纪70年代。因为人们往中西部更富饶的地区迁移，它就像这儿的许多建筑物一样，慢慢地塌陷了。这个谷仓无人照管，仓顶需要维修了，雨水流到屋檐下，渗进柱子和横梁里。
“有一天，刮起了大风，整个谷仓开始摇晃起来，刚开始，你能听到那种吱吱的响声，就像古老的木制帆船所发出来的声音，然后是一连串刺耳的断裂声，紧接着是巨大的轰鸣声，转眼间，它就成了一堆碎裂的木头了。
“暴风雨过后，我下山去看，发现这些漂亮的老橡木还是那么结实。当时我问谷仓的主人是怎么回事。他说，估计是雨水渗进了木钉孔里，而正是这些木钉使它们结合在一起的。这些钉子一旦腐烂，巨大的横梁就没法连接了。”
我们向山下望去，昔日的谷仓如今就只剩下一个地窖口和一堆丁香灌木丛了。
我的朋友说，他反复琢磨这件事，终于认识到，建造谷仓和建立友谊之间有些相似之处：不论你多么强大，不论你的成就多么辉煌，只有在与他人交往的过程中，你才有长久的价值。
