Портрет художника в юності
Chapter 1
Hethoughtofthebaldyheadoftheprefectofstudieswiththecruelno-colouredeyeslookingathimandheheardthevoiceoftheprefectofstudiesaskinghimtwicewhathisnamewas.Whycouldhenotrememberthenamewhenhewastoldthefirsttime?Washenotlisteningthefirsttimeorwasittomakefunoutofthename?Thegreatmeninthehistoryhadnameslikethatandnobodymadefunofthem.Itwashisownnamethatheshouldhavemadefunofifhewantedtomakefun.Dolan:itwaslikethenameofawomanwhowashedclothes.
Hehadreachedthedoorand,turningquicklyuptotheright,walkedupthestairsand,beforehecouldmakeuphismindtocomeback,hehadenteredthelowdarknarrowcorridorthatledtothecastle.Andashecrossedthethresholdofthedoorofthecorridorhesaw,withoutturninghisheadtolook,thatallthefellowswerelookingafterhimastheywentfilingby.
Hepassedalongthenarrowdarkcorridor,passinglittledoorsthatwerethedoorsoftheroomsofthecommunity.Hepeeredinfrontofhimandrightandleftthroughthegloomandthoughtthatthosemustbeportraits.Itwasdarkandsilentandhiseyeswereweakandtiredwithtearssothathecouldnotsee.
