No doubt about it, my fellow monk, Father Martin, was a bit of an absent-minded professor. He often filled in for sick priests at other parishes, and one Saturday he found himself on a train to a new destination, frantically searching his pockets for his ticket. "Forget about it, Father," said the conductor, recognizing him as a regular. "I'm sure you paid for a ticket." "I can't forget about the ticket," Father Martin replied nervously. "I need to know where I'm going."

毫無疑問，我的同事、Martin神父是個有點健忘的教授。他經常到別的教區給生病的牧師替班。一個周六，他又坐火車出發了，但到驗票時，他卻怎么都找不著放在衣服口袋里面的火車票。因為老坐火車，列車員認得教授，因此對他說，“不用找了，我想你肯定已經買過票了。”“我得把票找出來”，Martin神父不安地回答。“我得弄清楚我是要去哪”。