一位客人扭身对他旁边的一个男人批评正在唱歌的那个女人。“多糟糕的嗓子。你知道她是谁么？” “知道，”那人回答，“她是我妻子。” “噢，对不起。当然她的嗓子不坏，但歌曲写的不好。也不知道是谁写的这么蹩脚的歌曲。” “是我。”那人回答说。

One of the guests turned to a man by his side and criticized the woman who was singing. “What a terrible vioce！ Do you know she is？” “Yes，” was the answer， “she is my wife.” “Oh， I beg your pardon. Of course her vioce isnt bad. I wonder who wrote the awful song.” “l did，” was the answer.