02 Mr Twit

Mr Twit was one of these very hairy-faced men. The whole of his face except for his forehead, his eyes and his nose was covered with thick hair. The stuff even sprouted in revolting tufts out of his nostrils and ear-holes. Mr Twit felt that this hairiness made him look terrifically wise and grand. But in truth he was neither of these things. Mr Twit was a twit. He was born a twit. And now at the age of sixty, he was a bigger twit than ever.

特威特先生就是这些满脸毛发的人中的一个。 除了额头、眼睛和鼻子外，他的整个脸都长满了浓密的毛发。 这种东西甚至从他的鼻孔和耳洞里冒出一簇簇令人作呕的东西。 特威特先生觉得这种浓密的毛发使他显得非常聪明和高贵。 但事实上，他两者都不是。 推特先生是个笨蛋。他生来就是个笨蛋。 现在他六十岁了，比以往任何时候都更傻。

The hair on Mr Twit's face didn't grow smooth and matted as it does on most hairy-faced men. It grew in spikes that stuck out straight like the bristles of a nailbrush. And how often did Mr Twit wash this bristly nailbrushy face of his? The answer is NEVER, not even on Sundays. He hadn't washed it for years.

推特先生脸上的头发不像大多数满脸多毛的男人那样长得又光滑又打结。 它长在尖刺上，像指甲刷的刷毛一样笔直地伸出来。 推特先生多久洗一次他那张刷着指甲的脸? 答案是永远不会，即使在星期天也不会。 他已经好几年没洗了。