万年老三吉良吉影大叔
他说他不行…………不能一口气搞定
三叔试一下能否翻译下面这段
One ambition has been my driving force during these last few years to spread abroad to a friendly
audience the results obtained in following out my ideal, The Practice of Aviation.
In 1928, following my experiments, in which I was beginning to obtain a few real results, I
decided to sound public opinion in order to gauge the volume of an interest that I suspected, in a
confused way, must spread.
I wrote a few articles in the papers, and then a book in which I explained how, with only small
financial means, and but a little knowledge, I had with my own hands built my small plane.
This book, in a determined amateur way, I produced myself. Each page was written and drawn by
my pen, and then photographed. These negatives, assembled on boards in a certain order, I
reproduced on zinc by the lithographic process of "offset." A friendly editor loaned the printing
machine and the sheets were finally bound in a colored cover of my own design.
Incredulously my friends saw a small trial edition appear in this way. "It won't sell," they said. "To
build an aeroplane oneself, without special tools, without experience; it is not possible. Even if
something resembling an aeroplane were made, who would risk themselves in it?" Well, what
happened?
This edition vanished in eight days. A second edition, quite large this time, was sold out in a year,
without other publicity than a small notice renewed from time to time in a single periodical. After
three years, although the last copy has been gone some time, I am still receiving orders for it.
The movement has started. The great family is everywhere. I feel myself carried on the strong
shoulders of a multitude of friends.
The results obtained, the evolution of the movement, the progress made following trials in the air,
the correspondence from my readers (which keeps me fully occupied) guarantee that from all this
something must come. Thus, I have been working on the material for a new edition for three years.
The volume is substantial. The old arrangement, the work of an amateur will no longer do. This
time it's a book a real book which is needed, presented in accordance with the resources of modern
printing. Will it cost more? It doesn't matter. I am not a paper merchant. In order to be read, I
must keep within the reach of the average reader, guided by, the very stout conviction that
something must come of it.
The theme is large. It takes many words to evolve ideas. I admit humbly that I have only a clumsy
vocabulary, where the "whichs," the "whos," the"hows," and the " becauses " lead the reader a dance
to the detriment of clearness of style. What would you? my eloquence is of the common type and my
pen runs its little course. These few years of solitary camping have not helped to give it grace and
distinction. If you follow me to the end you will manage to understand me all right. I ask for no
more.
I only wish to have your confidence. Believe what I am saying. This book is not a love romance of a
naughty little girl. It is real. It has been lived. It has been suffered. You will have no need of
queries. I have dotted the "I" of all which concerns myself, and my reputation may suffer. I will be
accused of a swollen head but I have got it off my chest.