security blanket給人安全感的東西

In Tucson. It was, like, a hundred degrees all the time. I would perspire so heavily, drip into the electric typewriter. I was nervous I was gonna give myself a shock. And then, at some point, I realized I felt better with them on. I know that it's a security blanket for me whenever I feel nervous... or, like, I gotta keep myself together. Makes me feel kind of creepy, people view it as an affectation... or a trademark or something. It's more of a foible, the recognition of a weakness that I'm kind of afraid my head is gonna explode.

在圖森。那兒老是有一百度那麼熱。 我出汗出得厲害，滴到電動打字機上。 我怕把自己電著。 後來不知什麼時候，我發現戴著它感覺更好。 我知道，只要我一緊張，它對我來說就是條安心毯…… 或者，是我得讓自己穩住。 別人把它當成一種做作，這讓我覺得有點彆扭…… 或者什麼標誌之類的。 它更像個小怪癖，是承認一種弱點：我有點怕自己腦袋會炸開。

I was a towel boy at this chichi health club. You were a towel boy? I was called something other than a towel boy. I was, in effect, a towel boy. Occasionally trusted with checking people in. "Show your ID." Anyway, one day I'm sitting there. Who should walk in to get their towel but this guy, this writer that I knew who won a Whiting writer's award the same year I had. Oh, God. Yeah. So there I am. I'm sitting there. I'd been on a rostrum with this guy... Holy shit. Having Eudora Welty give us an award.

我在一家高檔健身俱樂部當遞毛巾的。 你當遞毛巾的？ 他們叫我的名頭不是遞毛巾的。 實際上，我就是個遞毛巾的。 偶爾也被信任去登記客人。 “出示證件。” 總之，有天我坐在那兒。 結果進來拿毛巾的不是別人，正是 這傢伙，我認識的一個作家，跟我同一年拿了懷廷作家獎。 哦，天哪。是啊。 我就在那兒，坐在那兒。 我還跟這傢伙一起上過領獎臺……我靠。 讓尤多拉·韋爾蒂給我們頒獎。