Голод
Part III
Whathumiliation,too;whatdisgrace!Ibeganagaintothinkaboutthepoorwidow’slastmite,thatIwouldhavestolenaschoolboy’scaporhandkerchief,orabeggar’swallet,thatIwouldhavebroughttoarag-dealerwithoutmoreado,andcarousedwiththeproceeds.
Inordertoconsolemyself—toindemnifymyselfinsomemeasure—Itaketopickingallpossiblefaultsinthepeoplewhoglideby.Ishrugmyshoulderscontemptuously,andlookslightinglyatthemaccordingastheypass.Theseeasily-pleased,confectionery-eatingstudents,whofancytheyaresowingtheirwildoatsintrulyContinentalstyleiftheytickleasempstressundertheribs!Theseyoungbucks,bankclerks,merchants,flâneurs—whowouldnotdisdainasailor’swife;blowsyMolls,readytofalldowninthefirstdoorwayforaglassofbeer!Whatsirens!Theplaceattheirsidestillwarmfromthelastnight’sembraceofawatch-manorastable-boy!Thethronealwaysvacant,alwaysopentonewcomers!Pray,mount!
Ispatoutoverthepavement,withouttroublingifithitanyone.Ifeltenraged;filledwithcontemptforthesepeoplewhoscrapedacquaintanceshipwithoneanother,andpairedoffrightbeforemyeyes.Iliftedmyhead,andfeltinmyselftheblessingofbeingabletokeepmyownstyclean.AtStortingsplads(ParliamentPlace)ImetagirlwholookedfixedlyatmeasIcameclosetoher.
"Good-night!"saidI.
"Good-night!"Shestopped.
