刎颈之交英文原文

    Telemachus, Friend （O·Henry）

    Returning from a hunting trip, I waited at the little town of Los Pinos, in New Mexico, for the south-bound train, whie hour late. I sat on the pormit House and discussed the funs of life with Telemachus Hicks, the hotel proprietor.

    Perg that personalities were not out of order, I asked him ecies of beast had long ago twisted and mutilated his left ear. Being a hunter, I was ed i may befall o of game.

    "That ear," says Hicks, "is the relic of true friendship."

    "A?" I persisted.

    "No friendship is a," said Telemad I was silent.

    "The o case of true friendship I ever k on my host, "was a tewee man ahe monkey climbed palms in Barranquilla and threw down uts to the man. The mahem in ters, which he sold for two reales ea. The mohe milk of the nuts. Through eag satisfied with his owhe graft, they lived like brothers.

    "But in the an beings, friendship is a transitory art, subject to disce without further notice.

    "I had a friehe e of Paisley Fish, that I imagio me for an endless spae. Side by side for seven years we had mined, ranched, sold patent s, herded sheep, took photographs ahings, built wire fend pies. Thiher homoor flattery nor rior sophistry nor drink  make trouble betaisley Fish. We was friends an amount you cuess at. We was friends in business, a our amicable qualities lap over and season our hours of re and folly. We ly had days of Damon and nights of Pythias.

    "On