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THE SCHOOL.
學校
Friday, 28th.
星期五，28日。
Yes, study comes hard to you, my dear Enrico, as your mother says: I do not yet see you set out for school with that resolute mind and that smiling face which I should like. You are still intractable. But listen; reflect a little! What a miserable, despicable thing your day would be if you did not go to school! At the end of a week you would beg with clasped hands that you might return there, for you would be eaten up with weariness and shame; disgusted with your sports and with your existence.
愛兒安利柯啊！你用功怕難起來了，像你母親所說的樣子。我還未曾看到你有高高興興勇敢地到學校里去的樣子過。但是我告訴你：如果你不到學校里去，你每日要怎樣地乏味，怎樣地疲倦啊！只要這樣過了一禮拜，你必定要合了手來懇求把你再送進學校去吧。因為游戲雖好，每日游戲就要厭倦的。
Everybody, everybody studies now, my child. Think of the workmen who go to school in the evening after having toiled all the day; think of the women, of the girls of the people, who go to school on Sunday, after having worked all the week; of the soldiers who turn to their books and copy-books when they return exhausted from their drill! Think of the dumb and of the boys who are blind, but who study, nevertheless; and last of all, think of the prisoners, who also learn to read and write.
現在的世界中，無論何人，沒有一個不學的。你想！職工們勞動了一日，夜里不是還要到學校里去嗎？街上店里的婦人們、姑娘們勞動了一星期，星期日不是還要到學校里去嗎？兵士們日里做了一天的勤務，回到營里不是還要讀書嗎？就是瞎子和啞子，也在那里學習種種的事情，監獄里的囚人，不是也同樣地在那里學習讀書寫字等的功課嗎？
