Голод
Part III
Itoccurstomethatthewretchedhovelsdownatthecornerofthemarket-place,thestoresforloosematerials,theoldboothsforsecond-handclothes,arereallyadisgracetotheplace—theyspoiltthewholeappearanceofthemarket,andwereablotonthetown,Fie!awaywiththerubbish!AndIturnedoverinmymindasIwalkedonwhatitwouldcosttoremovetheGeographicalSurveydownthere—thathandsomebuildingwhichhadalwaysattractedmesomucheachtimeIpassedit.Itwouldperhapsnotbepossibletoundertakearemovalofthatkindundertwoorthreehundredpounds.Aprettysum—threehundredpounds!Onemustadmit,atidyenoughlittlesumforpocket-money!Ha,ha!justtomakeastartwith,eh?andInoddedmyhead,andconcededthatitwasatidyenoughbitofpocket-moneytomakeastartwith.Iwasstilltremblingovermywholebody,andhiccoughednowandthenviolentlyaftermycry.Ihadafeelingthattherewasnotmuchlifeleftinme—thatIwasreallysingingmylastverse.Itwasalmostamatterofindifferencetome;itdidnottroublemeintheleast.Onthecontrary,Iwendedmywaydowntown,downtothewharf,fartherandfartherawayfrommyroom.Iwould,forthatmatter,havewillinglylaidmyselfdownflatinthestreettodie.Mysufferingswererenderingmemoreandmorecallous.Mysorefootthrobbedviolently;Ihadasensationasifthepainwascreepingupthroughmywholeleg.Butnoteventhatcausedmeanyparticulardistress.Ihadenduredworsesensations.
