I know. You're a flannel wearing, wood chopping fisherman. I get it.

我知道，你是穿着法兰绒的，砍材的渔夫。我明白。

I often see him go to the house of the fisherman. I fear he goes out in their boat.

我经常看到他去渔夫住的小屋。我担心他会坐船出去。

A Marionette? asked the Fisherman. I must admit that a Marionette fish is, for me, an entirely new kind of fish. So much the better. I'll eat you with greater relish.

“木偶？”渔夫问。“我必须承认，木偶鱼对我来说是一种全新的鱼。那更妙了，我会更享受吃你的。”

And as I sort of looked into that, from a very personal point of view as a fisherman, I started to kind of figure out, well, what was the rest of the world thinking about it?

当我开始思考这件事， 完全从一个钓鱼者的个人角度来看， 我开始想弄明白， 好吧，世界上其他人是怎么想的？

'Wife, ' said the fisherman, 'I don't like to go to him again, for perhaps he will be angry; we ought to be easy with this pretty cottage to live in'.

“老婆，” 渔夫说，“我不想再去找他， 因为他可能会生气；我们应该很容易住在这间漂亮的小屋里。

'No, ' said the Fisherman, 'I am spinning a line with which I shall some day catch the world; but I do not play with the Sea'. And he went on spinning his line.

“不，”渔夫说，“我正在纺线，总有一天我会用它来捕捉世界；但我不玩海'。他继续纺线。