Голод
Part I
Icouldhearhowhepantedfromtheexertion,anditoccurredtomethatImightoffertobearhisbundleforhim,butyetImadenoefforttoovertakehim.UpinGraendsenImetHansPauli,whonoddedandhurriedpastme.Whywasheinsuchahurry?Ihadnottheslightestintentionofaskinghimforashilling,and,morethanthat,IintendedattheveryfirstopportunitytoreturnhimablanketwhichIhadborrowedfromhimsomeweeksbefore.
JustwaituntilIcouldgetmyfootontheladder,Iwouldbebeholdentonoman,notevenforablanket.PerhapseventhisverydayImightcommenceanarticleonthe"CrimesofFuturity,""FreedomofWill,"orwhatnot,atanyrate,somethingworthreading,somethingforwhichIwouldatleastgettenshillings....AndatthethoughtofthisarticleIfeltmyselffiredwithadesiretosettoworkimmediatelyandtodrawfromthecontentsofmyoverflowingbrain.IwouldfindasuitableplacetowriteintheparkandnotrestuntilIhadcompletedmyarticle.
Buttheoldcripplewasstillmakingthesamesprawlingmovementsaheadofmeupthestreet.Thesightofthisinfirmcreatureconstantlyinfrontofme,commencedtoirritateme—hisjourneyseemedendless;perhapshehadmadeuphismindtogotoexactlythesameplaceasIhad,andImustneedshavehimbeforemyeyesthewholeway.
