When I sat down at Mr. Kipling's beautiful desk I had the basic situation—crippled writer, psycho fan—firmly fixed in my mind.

当我在吉卜林先生那张美丽的书桌前落座的时候，在我脑子里明确固定下来的只有个大概的场景——残疾作家，神经病“粉丝”。

In the center of the room, carefully spotlighted, is a single book on a small table (a cherrywood table, of course, in honor of Mr. Kipling) .

在房间的正中一张小书桌上（当然得是櫻桃木的桌子，为了纪念吉卜林先生）精心设置的灯光打在单独摆出的一本书上。

The fact is that neither Mr Galsworthy nor Mr Kipling has a spark of the woman in him.

事实上，高尔斯华绥先生和吉卜林先生身上都没有一丝女性气质。

When Mr. Kipling was just a young man, he got a job at a newspaper.

当吉卜林先生还是个年轻人的时候， 他在一家报社找到了一份工作。

But Mr. Kipling didn't stop writing. He went on to become the most popular writer of his generation.

但吉卜林先生并没有停止写作。他后来成为他那一代人中最受欢迎的作家。

For it means—here I had come to rows of books by Mr Galsworthy and Mr Kipling—that some of the finest works of our greatest living writers fall upon deaf ears.

因为这意味着——在这里我来到了高尔斯华绥先生和吉卜林先生的成排书籍前——我们在世最伟大的作家的一些最优秀的作品被置若罔闻。