我不想变得普通，我喃喃地说。我的母亲抬起头。哪个普通的查理？你知道。您忘记的人。从另一个房间到了孩子的尖叫声。 Thelma小姐将下巴转向声音。她笑了，这就是让我被遗忘的原因。
(I didn't want to be ordinary, I mumbled.My mother looked up. What ordinary, Charley?You know. Someone you forget.From the other room came the squeals of children. Miss Thelma turned her chin to the sound. She smiled,That's what keeps me from being forgotten.)
