那是一本英文版的《伊索寓言》,永远摊开在《农夫与蛇》的那一页,“ONE winter,a Farmer found a Snake stiff and frozen with cold. He had compassion on it, and taking it up, placed it in his bosom. The Snake was quickly revived by the warmth, and resuming its natural instincts, bit its benefactor, inflicting on him a mortal wound. ‘Oh,’cried the Farmer with his last breath, ‘I am rightly served for pitying a scoundrel.’……”