No doubt about it， my fellow monk， Father Martin， was a bit of an absent-minded professor. He often filled in for sick priests at other parishes， and one Saturday he found himself on a train to a new destination， frantically searching his pockets for his ticket. "Forget about it， Father，" said the conductor， recognizing him as a regular. "I'm sure you paid for a ticket." "I can't forget about the ticket，" Father Martin replied nervously. "I need to know where I'm going."

    毫无疑问，我的同事、Martin神父是个有点健忘的教授。他经常到别的教区给生病的牧师替班。一个周六，他又坐火车出发了，但到验票时，他却怎么都找不着放在衣服口袋里面的火车票。因为老坐火车，列车员认得教授，因此对他说，“不用找了，我想你肯定已经买过票了。”“我得把票找出来”，Martin神父不安地回答。“我得弄清楚我是要去哪”。