Голод
Part I
Itwasfartoolowforagrownman,andbesidesthat,oneneeded,sotospeak,theaidofaboot-jacktogetoutofit.Tocutitshort,theroomwasnotadoptedforthepursuitofthingsintellectual,andIdidnotintendtokeepitanylonger.OnnoaccountwouldIkeepit.Ihadheldmypeace,andenduredandlivedfartoolonginsuchaden.
Buoyedupbyhopeandsatisfaction,constantlyoccupiedwithmyremarkablesketch,whichIdrewfortheverymomentfrommypocketandre-read,Ideterminedtosetseriouslytoworkwithmyflitting.Itookoutmybundle,aredhandkerchiefthatcontainedafewcleancollarsandsomecrumplednewspapers,inwhichIhadoccasionallycarriedhomebread.Irolledmyblanketupandpocketedmyreservewhitewriting-paper.ThenIransackedeverycornertoassuremyselfthatIhadleftnothingbehind,andasIcouldnotfindanything,wentovertothewindowandlookedout.
Themorningwasgloomyandwet;therewasnooneaboutattheburnt-outsmithy,andtheclotheslinedownintheyardstretchedtightlyfromwalltowallshrunkenbythewet.Itwasallfamiliartome,soIsteppedbackfromthewindow,tooktheblanketundermyarm,andmadealowbowtothelighthousedirector’sannouncement,bowedagaintoMissAndersen’swinding-sheetadvertisement,andopenedthedoor.Suddenlythethoughtofmyland-ladystruckme;shereallyoughttobeinformedofmyleaving,sothatshecouldseeshehadhadanhonestsoultodealwith.
