英|01_To Leon Werth when he was a little boy_|林_乐明无念

To Leon Werth 

I ask the indulgence of the children who may read this book for dedicating it to a grown-up.  I have a serious reason: he is the best friend I have in the world. I have another reason: this grown-up understands everything, even books about children. I have a third reason: he lives in France where he is hungry and cold. He needs cheering up. If all these reasons are not enough, I will dedicate the book to the child from whom this grown-up grew. Allgrown-ups were once children -- although few of them remember it. And so I correct my dedication: 

To Leon Werth
when he was a little boy