Голод
Part IV
"Whatisthematterwithyou?"inquiredaman.Ididnotanswer,buthurriedaway,hidingmyfacefromallmen.Ireachedthebridge.AlargebarquewiththeRussianflaglayanddischargedcoal.Ireadhername,Copégoro,onherside.Itdistractedmeforatimetowatchwhattookplaceonboardthisforeignship.Shemustbealmostdischarged;shelaywithIXfootvisibleonherside,inspiteofalltheballastshehadalreadytakenin,andtherewasahollowboomthroughthewholeshipwheneverthecoal-heaversstampedonthedeckwiththeirheavyboots.
Thesun,thelight,andthesaltbreathfromthesea,allthisbusy,merrylifepulledmetogetherabit,andcausedmybloodtorunlustily.SuddenlyitenteredmyheadthatIcouldworkatafewscenesofmydramawhilstIsathere,andItookmypapersoutofmypocket.
Itriedtoplaceaspeechintoamonk’smouth—aspeechthatoughttoswellwithprideandintolerance,butitwasofnouse;soIskippedoverthemonkandtriedtoworkoutanoration—theDeemster’sorationtotheviolatoroftheTemple,—andIwrotehalf-a-pageofthisoration,uponwhichIstopped.Therightlocalcolourwouldnottingemywords,thebustleaboutme,theshanties,thenoiseofthegangways,andtheceaselessrattleoftheironchains,fittedinsolittlewiththeatmosphereofthemustyairofthedimMiddleAges,thatwastoenvelopmydramaaswithamist.
Ibundledmypaperstogetherandgotup.
