老人再次问。当我离开人世时。他的眼睛从眼镜后面眨了眨眼。他整齐的胡须是灰色的，他站起来弯腰。你快死了吗？我问。他笑着说，还没有。那为什么 - 因为我认为你会
(the old man asked again. When I'm gone. His eyes blinked from behind his glasses. His neatly trimmed beard was gray, and he stood slightly stooped. Are you dying? I asked. Not yet, he said, grinning. Then why- Because I think you would)