Міжзірковий мандрівник
Chapter 11
“Youmightmakethejacketalittletighter,”Iwhispered.“It’stoolooseforcomfort.Igetlostinit.Hutchinsisstupid.Heisalsoafool.Hedoesn’tknowthefirstthingaboutlacingthejacket.Warden,yououghttoputhiminchargeoftheloom-room.Heisamoreprofoundmasterofinefficiencythanthepresentincumbent,whoismerelystupidwithoutbeingafoolaswell.Nowgetout,allofyou,unlessyoucanthinkofworsetodotome.Inwhichcase,byallmeansremain.Iinviteyouheartilytoremain,ifyouthinkinyourfeebleimaginingsthatyouhavedevisedfreshtortureforme.”
“He’sawooz,atrue-blue,dyed-in-the-woolwooz,”DoctorJacksonchanted,withthemedico’sdelightinanovelty.
“Standing,youareawonder,”theWardensaid.“You’vegotanironwill,butI’llbreakitassureasGodmadelittleapples.”
“Andyou’vetheheartofarabbit,”Iretorted.“One-tenththejacketingIhavereceivedinSanQuentinwouldhavesqueezedyourrabbitheartoutofyourlongears.”
Oh,itwasatouch,that,fortheWardendidhaveunusualears.TheywouldhaveinterestedLombroso,Iamsure.
“Asforme,”Iwenton,“Ilaughatyou,andIwishnoworsefatetotheloom-roomthanthatyoushouldtakechargeofityourself.
