4 IT’S NOT YOU. IT’S ME

CHAPTER FOUR IT'S NOT YOU. IT'S ME. Franny paced back and forth. She had a long list of things she wanted to work on, but she kept thinking about Igor. First she'd get angry with herself, and then she'd come up with some silly solution, and then she'd get angry again, and then she'd start to worry about her projects.

第四章，不是你。 是我。弗兰妮来回踱步。 她有一长串想做的事情，但她一直在想伊戈尔。 一开始她会生自己的气，然后她会想出一些愚蠢的解决办法，然后她又会生气，然后她开始担心她的项目。

"How could one little experiment cause all this trouble?" she asked, pulling on her pigtails. "I've created much bigger problems than this before!" she shouted. "And none of them made me feel this way." "Wait a second," Franny said, a thin grin crawling across her face. "The problem here isn't what I did. The problem is how I feel about it. I can't work when I'm in one of these moods." She looked over at her Mixer-Upper Machine. "A little adjustment here and there, and I should be able to unmix anything."

“一个小小的实验怎么会引起这么大的麻烦呢？”她一边问，一边扎起了辫子。 “我以前制造过比这大得多的麻烦！”她喊道。 “但他们都没有让我有这种感觉。” “等一下，”弗兰妮说，脸上露出一丝笑容。 “问题不在于我做了什么。 问题是我的感受。 我在这种情绪下没法工作。” 她看了看她的搅拌机。 “这里和那里稍微调整一下，我应该就能把任何东西拆开了。”

The platypus hid under a table. "I'm not unmixing you," Franny said, and a bolt of lightning cracked outside. "I'm unmixing me."

鸭嘴兽藏在桌子下面。 “我不会拆散你的。”弗兰妮说，外面一道闪电裂开了。 “我在把我自己拆开。”