"Lord Dunsany - The Workman (2)" - читать интересную книгу автора (Dunsany Lord) The Workman
byLordDunsany I saw a workman fall with his scaffolding right from the summitof some vast hotel. And as he came down I saw him holdinga knife and trying to cut his name on the scaffolding. He had time to try and do this for he must havehad nearly three hundred feet to fall. And I could thinkof nothing but his folly in doing this futile thing, fornot only would the man be unrecognizably dead in three seconds, but the very pole on which he tried to scratch whateverof his name he had time for was certain to be burnt ina few weeks for firewood. Then I went home for I had work to do. And all that eveningI thought of the man's folly, till the thought And late that night while I was still at work, the ghost ofthe workman floated through my wall and stood before me laughing. I heard no sound until after I spoke to it; but I could seethe grey diaphanous form standing before me shuddering withlaughter. I spoke at last and asked what it was laughing at, and thenthe ghost spoke. It said: "I'm alaughin ' at you sittin' andworkin ' there." "And why," I asked, "do you laugh at serious work?" "Why,yerbloomin ' life 'ullgo by like a wind," he said, "andyer'ole silly civilization 'ullbe tidied up in a few centuries." Then he fell to laughing again and this time audibly; and, laughing still, faded back through the wall again and intothe eternity from which he had come. |
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