Спрут: Калифорнийская история
Chapter V
Butwhenthishadbeendone,hecontinuedtositstupidlyontheedgeofthebed,curlinghistoesawayfromthecoldofthefloor;hishalf-shuteyes,heavywithsleep,fixedandvacant,closingandopeningbyturns.Forupwardsofthreeminuteshealternatelydozedandwoke,hisheadandthewholeupperhalfofhisbodysaggingabruptlysidewaysfrommomenttomoment.Butatlength,comingmoretohimself,hestraightenedup,ranhisfingersthroughhishair,andwithaprodigiousyawn,murmuredvaguely:
“Oh,Lord!Oh-h,LORD!”
Hestretchedthreeorfourtimes,twistingaboutinhisplace,curlinganduncurlinghistoes,mutteringfromtimetotimebetweentwoyawns:
“Oh,Lord!Oh,Lord!”
Hestaredabouttheroom,collectinghisthoughts,readjustinghimselffortheday’swork.
Theroomwasbarren,thewallsoftongue-and-groovesheathing—alternatebrownandyellowboards—likethewallsofastable,wereadornedwithtwoorthreeunframedlithographs,theChristmas“souvenirs”ofweeklyperiodicals,fastenedwithgreatwirenails;abunchofherbsorflowers,lamentablywitheredandgreywithdust,wasaffixedtothemirrorovertheblackwalnutwashstandbythewindow,andayellowedphotographofAnnixter’scombinedharvester—himselfandhismeninagroupbeforeit—hungcloseathand.Onthefloor,atthebedsideandbeforethebureau,weretwoovalrag-carpetrugs.Inthecornersoftheroomweremuddyboots,aMcClellansaddle,asurveyor’stransit,anemptycoal-hodandaboxofironboltsandnuts.
