You feel it welling up inside you, this delicate tingling¹, as if your every nerve were firing at once. You want to group for the newspaper, your homework─anything─but you no longer control your body.

These seconds of helpless anticipation² seem like an eternity³, but then the spell is broken. You crash forward, your muscles contracting like a fist, and you can't even see that people are running away from you because something has forced your eyes shut.

And then it's over. You relax. Your head is clear, your body under control.

I am talking, of course, about sneezing. I come from a long line of sneezers. My father sneezed, and his father and his father's father before him were all men for whom a blat from the nose was every bit as bracing⁴ as a plunge⁵ into the snow following a sauna.

This involuntary reflex known as the sneeze is not one of the burning mysteries of our time, but I'd like to tell you about some superstitions⁶ that have sprung up around sneezing and also let you know what's actually happening when you sneeze. Finally, in the interests of social harmony, I'll tell you how to sneeze safely and politely.

你会觉得全身冒汗，发抖，好像你的每一根神经即刻就断了似的；你想收拾一下报纸，整理一下家务，做点什么的，可你一下子却不能自我。

这么一会儿的无可奈何的预兆几乎是永恒的，有时这种发作也会中断。当你猛地向前一倾的时候，你全身的肌肉就会收缩得像一只拳头，看不到前面有人从你身边擦身而过。这是因为好像有点什么东西立刻使你闭上眼睛。

过去了之后，你就轻松了，头脑清醒，也恢复了自我。

当然，我在此是谈谈打喷嚏。我出身于一个打喷嚏有着悠久历史的家族。我的父亲如此，我父亲的父亲如此，我们的先辈都如此。我们这些人鼻子都是哇哧哇哧的，每每都好像大雪天洗蒸汽浴之后那么一种冰冷的感觉。

打喷嚏也是一种无意识的轻松，它并不是我们这个时代秘密的焦点之一。但是，我想跟你们谈谈有关它的一些流传的迷信问题，谈谈你认为打喷嚏到底是回什么样的事。最后，考虑到社会协同关系，我还想谈谈有关打喷嚏的礼节性问题。

I am not a poet, so I cannot praise my profession with beautiful poems. I am not a scholar, so I cannot value my price with my deep thoughts. I am not a singer, so I cannot sing a song for my post. But I am middle school teacher of English. Now I would like to use my beautiful English words in my mind to compose my most beautiful praise from my heart. Now I would like to work out the most mysterious philosophy in my heart. Now I would like to sing a most enchanting⁷ praise for my profession from my heart. I love the profession as a teacher. I love my working post.

我不是诗人，不能用美丽的诗篇赞美我的职业；我不是哲人，不能用深邃的思想思考我的价值；我不是歌手，不能用动听的歌曲歌唱我的岗位。然而，我是教师──我是一名中学英语教师，我要用我脑海里所能采撷的、如花的英语词汇，构筑我心中最美妙的诗篇；我要用深深的思索，推演我心中最奥秘的哲理；我要用凝重的感情，唱出我心中最迷人的颂歌──我爱我的教师职业，我爱我的工作岗位。

Many roads, in all directions, long and short, narrow and wide present before us, of which only one way is left for the youth to feel and take and this way is called "make your way out".

世上有不少的路，东西南北，长短宽狭，其中有一条，好像是专留给青年们去摸索的，叫"出路"。