Charliehadneverfalleninlove，butwasanxioustodosoonthefirstopportunity；hebelievedinallthingsgoodandallthingshonorable，but，atthesametime，wascuriouslycarefultoletmeseethatheknewhiswayabouttheworldasbefittedabankclerkontwenty-fiveshillingsaweekHerhymed“dove“with“love“
and“moon“with“June。”anddevoutlybelievedthattheyhadneversobeenrhymedbeforeThelonglamegapsinhisplayshefilledupwithhastywordsofapologyanddescriptionandswepton，seeingallthatheintendedtodosoclearlythatheesteemeditalreadydone，andturnedtomeforapplause。
Ifancythathismotherdidnotencouragehisaspirations，andI
knowthathiswriting-tableathomewastheedgeofhiswashstand。
Thishetoldmealmostattheoutsetofouracquaintance；whenhewasravagingmybookshelves，andalittlebeforeIwasimploredtospeakthetruthastohischancesof“writingsomethingreallygreat，youknow。”MaybeIencouragedhimtoomuch，for，onenight，hecalledonme，hiseyesflamingwithexcitement，andsaidbreathlessly：
“Doyoumind-canyouletmestayhereandwriteallthisevening？
Iwon’tinterruptyou，Iwon’treallyThere’snoplaceformetowriteinatmymother’s。”
“What’sthetrouble？”Isaid，knowingwellwhatthattroublewas。
“I’veanotioninmyheadthatwouldmakethemostsplendidstorythatwaseverwrittenDoletmewriteitouthereIt’ssuckanotion！”
TherewasnoresistingtheappealIsethimatable；hehardlythankedme，butplungedintotheworkatonceForhalfanhourthepenscratchedwithoutstoppingThenCharliesighedandtuggedhishairThescratchinggrewslower，thereweremoreerasures，andatlastceasedThefineststoryintheworldwouldnotcomeforth。
“Itlookssuchawfulrotnow“hesaid，mournfully“AndyetitseemedsogoodwhenIwasthinkingaboutit~~hat’swrong？”
IcouldnotdisheartenhimbysayingthetruthSoIanswered：
“Perhapsyoudon’tfeelinthemoodforwriting。”
“YesIdo-exceptwhenIlookatthisstuffUgh！”
“Readmewhatyou’vedone。”IsaidHeread，anditwaswondrousbadandhepausedatallthespeciallyturgidsentences，expectingalittleapproval；forhewasproudofthosesentences，asIknewhewouldbe。
“Itneedscompression。”Isuggested，cautiously。
“IhatecuttingmythingsdownIdon’tthinkyoucouldalterawordherewithoutspoilingthesenseItreadsbetteraloudthanwhenIwaswritingit。”
“Charlie，you’resufferingfromanalarmingdiseaseafflictinganumerousclassPutthethingby，andtackleitagaininaweek。”
“IwanttodoitatonceWhatdoyouthinkofit？”
“HowcanIjudgefromahalf-writtentale？Tellmethestoryasitliesinyourhead。”
Charlietold，andinthetellingtherewaseverythingthathisignorancehadsocarefullypreventedfromescapingintothewrittenwordIlookedathim，andwonderingwhetheritwerepossible，thathedidnotknowtheoriginality，thepowerofthenotionthathadcomeinhisway？ItwasdistinctlyaNotionamongnotionsMenhadbeenpuffedupwithpridebynotionsnotatitheasexcellentandpracticableButCharliebabbledonserenely，interruptingthecurrentofpurefancywithsamplesofhorriblesentencesthathepurposedtouseIheardhimouttotheendItwouldbefollytoallowhisideatoremaininhisowninepthands，whenIcoulddosomuchwithitNotallthatcouldbedoneindeed；but，ohsomuch！
“Whatdoyouthink？”hesaid，atlast“IfancyIshallcallit’TheStoryofaShip。’“
“Ithinktheidea’sprettygood；butyouwon’theabletohandleitforeversolongNowI“-“Woulditbeofanyusetoyou？
Wouldyoucaretotakeit？Ishouldbeproud。”saidCharlie，promptl...完整阅读请扫描二维码下载丁香书院APP免费看：