索菲平躺在床,热辣辣的眼睛一直瞧着范昭。范昭始终回避。索菲软声问道:“my lord, what is name of the method you cured me? (你给我治病的方法叫什么?)”
“that is acupuncture.(针灸。)”
“Is it a kind of magic?(那是一种魔法?)”
“no, it’s not magic, it is a kind of ancient chinese medicine method. And, I am not a wizard.(不,那不是魔法,那是古老医的一种方法。而且,我不是巫师。)”
“my Lord, You are not a wizard, obviously; but sometimes I wish to be a witch, like medea, so I can make love potion.(你显然不是巫师,但是我有时候希望自己是一个女巫,像美狄亚,然后自己配制爱情魔药。)”
“You read the Greek myth.(你读过希腊神话?)”
“And the Shakespeare’s work. do you know Shakespeare?(还有莎士亚的书,你知道莎士亚吗?)”
“to be, or not to be, that is a question.(生存还是死亡,这是一个问题。)”
“God save me! You know Hamlet. Hamlet is one of th