Голод
Part III
Still,itwasdelightfultowalkhereathersideandkeepherinignoranceyetawhilelonger.SoIlied.Ianswered:
"No,notatall";and,inordertochangethesubject,Iasked,"HaveyouseenthemenagerieintheTivoli?"
"No,"sheanswered;"istherereallyanythingtosee?"
Supposesheweretotakeitintoherheadtowishtogothere?Intothatblazeoflight,withthecrowdofpeople.Why,shewouldbefilledwithshame;Iwoulddriveheroutagain,withmyshabbyclothes,andleanface;perhapsshemightevennoticethatIhadnowaistcoaton....
"Ah,no;thereissuretobenothingworthseeing!"
Andalotofhappyideasoccurredtome,ofwhichIatoncemadeuse;afewsparsewords,fragmentsleftinmydessicatedbrain.Whatwouldoneexpectfromsuchasmallmenagerie?Onthewhole,itdidnotinterestmeintheleasttoseeanimalsincases.Theseanimalsknowthatoneisstandingstaringatthem;theyfeelhundredsofinquisitivelooksuponthem;areconsciousofthem.No;Iwouldprefertoseeanimalsthatdidn’tknowoneobservedthem;shycreaturesthatnestleintheirlair,andliewithsluggishgreeneyes,andlicktheirclaws,andmuse,eh?
Yes;Iwascertainlyrightinthat.
Itwasonlyanimalsinalltheirpeculiarfearfulnessandpeculiarsavagerythatpossessedacharm.
