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"Why Mario?"
“為何叫馬里奧？”
"Because I love everything Italian," he said.
“因為我喜歡意大利的一切。”他說。
When I told him that I'd recently spent four months in Italy, he found this fact so stupendously amazing that he came out from behind his desk and said, "Come, sit, talk." I came, I sat, we talked. And that's how we became friends.
我跟他說不久前我在意大利待了四個月，令他大感吃驚，他從柜臺后走出來，說：“來，坐下來談吧。”我坐了下來，我們談話。于是我們成了朋友。
So this afternoon I decide to start my search for my medicine man by asking my new friend Mario if by any chance he knows a man by the name of Ketut Liyer.
因此這天下午我決定開始尋找我的藥師，于是問我的新朋友馬里奧是否碰巧知道一個叫老四賴爺的人。
Mario frowns, thinking.
馬里奧皺眉思索。
I wait for him to say something like, "Ah, yes! Ketut Liyer! Old medicine man who died just last week—so sad when venerable old medicine man passes away . . ."
我等他說出類似這樣的話：“啊，是的！老四賴爺！上禮拜過世的老藥師——德高望重的老藥師過世了，真遺憾啊……”
Mario asks me to repeat the name, and this time I write it down, assuming I'm pronoun-cing something wrong. Sure enough, Mario brightens in recognition. "Ketut Liyer!"
馬里奧要我把名字再說一遍，這回我寫下來，猜想自己或許發音有誤。果真，馬里奧認了出來，面露喜色。“老四賴爺！”
But he says instead, "Ketut Liyer is famous healer." "Yes! That's him!"
不過他接下來說的是：“老四賴爺是名醫。”“對！就是他！”
