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waiting, pretending to read my newspaper. What increased
looks which weighed on him without his knowing it. Once I
my curiosity and annoyance was that the others were waiting too. It
heard his laugh, a fluted, childish little laugh. It gripped my
seemed as though my neighbour was turning the pages of her book
heart: it seemed as though the two kids were going to drown a
more rapidly. A few minutes passed, then I heard whispering. I
cat. Then the whispers stopped suddenly. This silence seemed
cautiously raised my head. Both boys had closed their dictionaries.
tragic to me: it was the end, the deathblow. I bowed my head
The brown-haired one was not talking, his face, stamped with
over my newspaper and pretended to read; but I wasn't reading: I
deference and interest, was turned to the right. Half-hidden behind
raised my eyes as high as I could, trying to catch what was
his shoulder, the blond was listening and laughing silently. Who's
happening in this silence across from me. By turning my head
talking? I thought.
slightly, I could see something out of the corner of my eye: it was
It was the Self-Taught Man. He was bent over his young
a hand, the small white hand which slid along the table a little
neighbour, eye to eye, smiling at him; I saw his lips move and,
while ago. Now it was resting on its back, relaxed, soft and
from time to time, his long eyelashes palpitate. I didn't recognize
sensual, it had the indolent nudity of a woman sunning herself
this look of youthfulness; he was almost charming. But, from
after bathing. A brown hairy object approached it, hesitant. It was
time to time, he interrupted himself and looked anxiously behind
a thick finger, yellowed by tobacco; inside this hand it had all the
him. The boy seemed to drink his words. There was nothing
extraordinary about this little scene and I was going to go back to grossness of a male sex organ. It stopped for an instant, rigid,
my reading when I saw the boy slowly slide his hand behind his pointing at the fragile palm, then suddenly, it timidly began to
back on the edge of the table. Thus hidden from the stroke it. I was not surprised, I was only furious at the
Self-Taught Man's eyes it went on its way for a moment, and began
Self-Taught Man; couldn't he hold himself back, the fool,
to feel around, then, finding the arm of the bigger boy, pinched it
didn't he realize the risk he was running? He still had a chance, a
violently. The other, too absorbed in silent enjoyment of the
small chance: if he were to put both hands on the table, on either
Self-Taught Man's words, had not seen it coming. He jumped up
side of the book, if he stayed absolutely still, perhaps he might be able
and his mouth opened widely in surprise and admiration. The
to escape his destiny this time. But I knew he was going to miss his
brown-haired boy had kept his look of respectful interest. One might
chance: the finger passed slowly, humbly, over the inert flesh,
have doubted that this mischievous hand belonged to him. What are
barely grazing it, without daring to put any weight on it: you
they going to do to him? I thought. I knew that something bad
might have thought it was conscious of its ugliness. I raised my
was going to happen, and I saw too that there was still time to keep
head brusquely, I couldn't stand this obstinate little back-and-forth
it from happening. But I couldn't guess what there was to prevent.
movement any more: I tried to catch the Self-Taught Man's eye
For a second, I had the idea of getting up, slapping the Self-Taught
and I coughed loudly to warn him. But he closed his eyes, he was
Man on the shoulder and starting a conversation with him. But
smiling. His other hand had disappeared under the table. The
just at that moment he caught my look. He stopped speaking and
boys were not laughing any more, they had both turned pale. The
pinched his lips together with an air of irritation. Discouraged, I
brown-haired one pinched his lips, he was afraid, he looked as
quickly lowered my eyes and made a show of reading my paper.
though what was happening had gone beyond his control. But he
However, the fat
did not draw his hand away,
blush. I haven't any children, but I pity the mothers who send
he left it on the table, motionless, a little curled. His friend's
their own to work here thinking they're well taken care of, and all
mouth was open in a stupid, horrified look.
the time there are monsters with no respect for anything and who
Then the Corsican began to shout. He had come up without
keep them from doing their homework."
anyone hearing him and placed himself behind the Self-Taught
The Corsican went up to the Self-Taught Man:
Man's chair. He was crimson and looked as though he were
"You hear what the lady says?" he shouted in his face. "You
going to laugh, but his eyes were flashing. I started up from my
don't need to try and make fools of us. We saw you, you swine!"
chair, but I felt almost relieved: the waiting was too unbearable.
"Monsieur, I advise you to be polite," the Self-Taught Man
I wanted it to be over as soon as possible. I wanted them to
said with dignity. It was his part. Perhaps he would have liked to
throw him out if they wanted, but get it over with. The two
confess and run, but he had to play his part to the end. He was
boys, white as sheets, seized their satchels and disappeared.
not looking at the Corsican, his eyes were almost closed. His
"I saw you," the Corsican shouted, drunk with fury, "I saw
arms hung limply by his sides; he was horribly pale. And then a [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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waiting, pretending to read my newspaper. What increased
looks which weighed on him without his knowing it. Once I
my curiosity and annoyance was that the others were waiting too. It
heard his laugh, a fluted, childish little laugh. It gripped my
seemed as though my neighbour was turning the pages of her book
heart: it seemed as though the two kids were going to drown a
more rapidly. A few minutes passed, then I heard whispering. I
cat. Then the whispers stopped suddenly. This silence seemed
cautiously raised my head. Both boys had closed their dictionaries.
tragic to me: it was the end, the deathblow. I bowed my head
The brown-haired one was not talking, his face, stamped with
over my newspaper and pretended to read; but I wasn't reading: I
deference and interest, was turned to the right. Half-hidden behind
raised my eyes as high as I could, trying to catch what was
his shoulder, the blond was listening and laughing silently. Who's
happening in this silence across from me. By turning my head
talking? I thought.
slightly, I could see something out of the corner of my eye: it was
It was the Self-Taught Man. He was bent over his young
a hand, the small white hand which slid along the table a little
neighbour, eye to eye, smiling at him; I saw his lips move and,
while ago. Now it was resting on its back, relaxed, soft and
from time to time, his long eyelashes palpitate. I didn't recognize
sensual, it had the indolent nudity of a woman sunning herself
this look of youthfulness; he was almost charming. But, from
after bathing. A brown hairy object approached it, hesitant. It was
time to time, he interrupted himself and looked anxiously behind
a thick finger, yellowed by tobacco; inside this hand it had all the
him. The boy seemed to drink his words. There was nothing
extraordinary about this little scene and I was going to go back to grossness of a male sex organ. It stopped for an instant, rigid,
my reading when I saw the boy slowly slide his hand behind his pointing at the fragile palm, then suddenly, it timidly began to
back on the edge of the table. Thus hidden from the stroke it. I was not surprised, I was only furious at the
Self-Taught Man's eyes it went on its way for a moment, and began
Self-Taught Man; couldn't he hold himself back, the fool,
to feel around, then, finding the arm of the bigger boy, pinched it
didn't he realize the risk he was running? He still had a chance, a
violently. The other, too absorbed in silent enjoyment of the
small chance: if he were to put both hands on the table, on either
Self-Taught Man's words, had not seen it coming. He jumped up
side of the book, if he stayed absolutely still, perhaps he might be able
and his mouth opened widely in surprise and admiration. The
to escape his destiny this time. But I knew he was going to miss his
brown-haired boy had kept his look of respectful interest. One might
chance: the finger passed slowly, humbly, over the inert flesh,
have doubted that this mischievous hand belonged to him. What are
barely grazing it, without daring to put any weight on it: you
they going to do to him? I thought. I knew that something bad
might have thought it was conscious of its ugliness. I raised my
was going to happen, and I saw too that there was still time to keep
head brusquely, I couldn't stand this obstinate little back-and-forth
it from happening. But I couldn't guess what there was to prevent.
movement any more: I tried to catch the Self-Taught Man's eye
For a second, I had the idea of getting up, slapping the Self-Taught
and I coughed loudly to warn him. But he closed his eyes, he was
Man on the shoulder and starting a conversation with him. But
smiling. His other hand had disappeared under the table. The
just at that moment he caught my look. He stopped speaking and
boys were not laughing any more, they had both turned pale. The
pinched his lips together with an air of irritation. Discouraged, I
brown-haired one pinched his lips, he was afraid, he looked as
quickly lowered my eyes and made a show of reading my paper.
though what was happening had gone beyond his control. But he
However, the fat
did not draw his hand away,
blush. I haven't any children, but I pity the mothers who send
he left it on the table, motionless, a little curled. His friend's
their own to work here thinking they're well taken care of, and all
mouth was open in a stupid, horrified look.
the time there are monsters with no respect for anything and who
Then the Corsican began to shout. He had come up without
keep them from doing their homework."
anyone hearing him and placed himself behind the Self-Taught
The Corsican went up to the Self-Taught Man:
Man's chair. He was crimson and looked as though he were
"You hear what the lady says?" he shouted in his face. "You
going to laugh, but his eyes were flashing. I started up from my
don't need to try and make fools of us. We saw you, you swine!"
chair, but I felt almost relieved: the waiting was too unbearable.
"Monsieur, I advise you to be polite," the Self-Taught Man
I wanted it to be over as soon as possible. I wanted them to
said with dignity. It was his part. Perhaps he would have liked to
throw him out if they wanted, but get it over with. The two
confess and run, but he had to play his part to the end. He was
boys, white as sheets, seized their satchels and disappeared.
not looking at the Corsican, his eyes were almost closed. His
"I saw you," the Corsican shouted, drunk with fury, "I saw
arms hung limply by his sides; he was horribly pale. And then a [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]