sumbitch drown！ you； gump； is lost us the opportunity of a lifetime。〃 so i guess i done screwed up again。 i dunno。 i am still jus try in to do the right thing。 we is about thru with the ping…pong games； an i have lost count of who is winnin or losin。 but what has happen in the meanwhile is that on account of my pullin ole chairman mao out of the river； i has bee sort of a national hero to the chinamen。 〃gump；〃 mister wilkins say； 〃your stupidity seems to have turned into an advantage。 i have received a report that the chinese envoy would like to start discussions bout the possibility of reopening foreign relations with us。 furthermore； the chinese wish to thow you a big parade thru downtown peking； an so i expect you to be on your good behavior。〃 they helt the parade two days later； an it were a sight to see。 they was bout a billion chinamen along the streets； an they was wavin an bowin an all when i went by。 the thing was sposed to wind up at the kumingtang； which is like the capitol of china； an i am sposed to get thanked by chairman mao personally。 when we get there； the chairman is all dried out an glad to see me。 they has put on a big spread for lunch an i get to sit nex to the chairman hissef。 in the middle of the lunch； he lean over to me an say； 〃i have heard you was in vietnam。 may i ask what you think of the war？〃 an interpreter translate that for me； an i think about it for a moment or two； but then i figger； what the hell； if he didn'；t want to know； he wouldn'；t of axed； an so i say； 〃i think it'；s a bunch of shit。〃 the interpreter translate that back to him； an chairman mao get a odd expression on his face； an look at me funny； but then his eyes light up an he break out with a big smile； an start shakin my han an noddin his head like one of them little dolls with a spring for a neck。 people took pitchers of that； an afterward they was in the american newspapers。 but i ain'；t never tole nobody till now what i said to make him smile that way。 the day we lef； we is goin out of the hotel an they is a big crowd watchin us leave an cheerin an clappin。 i look over an they is this chinese mama with a little boy on her shoulders； an i can see he is a real mongolian idiot— eyes all crossed； tongue hangin out； droolin an babbling like them kinds of idiots do。 well； i can'；t hep mysef。 mister wilkins have ordered us not to never go up to any chinamen without first gettin his permission； but i went on over there an i got me a couple of ping…pong balls in my pocket an i take one of em out an get a pen an put my x on it an give it to the little boy。 firs thing he does is put it in his mouth； but then； when that all straightened out； he reach out an grap my fingers with his han。 an then he start to smile— great big ole grin— an all of a sudden i seen tears in his mama'；s eyes； an she start chatterin； an our interpreter say to me that is the first time the little feller have ever smiled。 they is things i could tell her； i guess； but we ain'；t got time。 anyway； i start to walk away an the little boy done thowed the ping pong ball an bounce it off the back of my head。 it were jus my luck that somebody got a photograph right at that moment； an； of course； it wound up in the newspapers。 〃young chinese displays his hatred of american capitalists；〃 the caption said。 anyway； mister wilkins e up an drag me away an fore i know it； we is on the plane an flyin high。 last thing he says to me afore we land back in washington is； 〃well； gump； i spose you know about the chinese custom that if you save a chinaman'；s life； you is responsible for it forever。〃 he have a nasty little smile on his face； an he is settin next to me on the plane an they has just tole us not to get up an to fasten our seatbelts。 well； i jus look over at him an cut the biggest fart of my life。 it soun somethin like a buzz saw。 mister wilkins'； eyes bugged out an he say； 〃argggg！〃 an start fannin the air an tryin to unloosen his seatbelt。 a pretty stewardess e runnin up to see what all the motion is about an mister wilkins is coughin an choakin an all of a sudden i done started fannin the air mysef an holdin my nose an pointin at mister wilkins； an shoutin； 〃somebody open a winder；〃 an shit like that。 mister wilkins； he get all red in the face an begin protestin an pointin back at me； but the stewardess； she jus smiled an gone on back to her seat。 after he quit sputterin an all； mister wilkins start adjustin his collar an say to me under his breath； 〃gump； that was a extremely crude thing to do。〃 but i jus grinned an looked straight ahead。 they sent me back to fort dix after that； but instead of puttin me in the steam heat pany； i am tole they is lettin me out of the army early。 it don'；t take but a day or so； an then i am gone。 they give me some money for a ticket home； an i have got a few dollars mysef。 now i got to decide what to do。 i know i ought to go on home an see my mama； cause she'；s in the po house an all。 i think maybe i ought to get started with the little srimp bidness； too； an begin to make somethin of my life； but all this time； in the back of my mind； i have been thinkin of jenny curran up at harvard university。 i got a bus to the train station； an all the way there i am tryin to figger what is the right thing to do。 but when the time e to buy my ticket； i tole them i wanted to go to boston。 there are jus times when you can'；t let the right thing stand in yo way。 ．． 阿甘正传（英文版）10 i did not have no address for jenny cept a post office box； but i did have her letter with the name of the little place where she said she was playin with her band； the cracked eggs。 it was called the hodaddy club。 i tried to walk there from the train station； but i kep gettin lost； so i finally took a taxicab。 it was in the afternoon an there was nobody in there but a couple of drunk guys an bout a half inch of beer on the floor from the night