原文 (英語)

“THE FINEST STORY IN THE WORLD” “Or ever the knightly years were gone      With the old world to the grave, I was a king in Babylon      And you were a Christian slave,”         —W.E. Henley. His name was Charlie Mears; he was the only son of his mother who was a widow, and he lived in the north of London, coming into the City every day to work in a bank. He was twenty years old and suffered from aspirations. I met him in a public billiard-saloon where the marker called him by hi