gs.earthabides-第16节

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f　a　housing　shortage。　It　was　all　as　far　away；　Ish　concluded；　from　his　present　situation；　as　if　it　had　been　a　story　about　building　the　Pyramids。　In　the　course　of　the　morning；　he　read　three　stories；　but　he　found　the　advertisements　much　more　fascinating。　Not　one　in　ten　of　them　seemed　to　have　any　relation　to　his　present　situation；　because　they　were　not　aimed　at　man；　the　individual；　so　much　as　at　man；　the　member　of　a　group…for　instance；　you　should　avoid　bad　breath；　riot　because　it　might　be　a　symptom　of　approaching　toothache　or　digestive　disfort；　but　because　if　you　had　bad　breath　the　girls　would　not　like　to　dance　with　you　or　your　boy…friend　would　not　propose。　
　　Yet　the　magazine　had　the　good　effect；　at　least；　of　taking　him　out　from　himself　again。　By　noon；　he　was　hungry；　and　when　he　looked　at　the　liver　now　lying　peacefully　in　a　pan；　he　found　that　the　memory　of　the　bloody　and　dying　calf　had　passed　out　of　his　mind。　He　fried　a　fine　succulent　piece　of　it　for　his　lunch；　and　enjoyed　it　greatly。　A　bit　of　fresh　meat；　he　concluded；　was　what　he　had　been　wanting。　He　gave　a　piece　to　Princess；　also。　
　　As　he　sat　quietly　after　lunch；　he　had　a　new　feeling　of　satisfaction　and　release。　To　shoot　a　calf　was　certainly　no　feat　of　sportsmanship；　and　it　was　not　getting　very　close　toward　the　production　of　one's　own　food。　Yet　it　was　a　little　closer　to　reality　than　the　opening　of　a　can。　He　seemed　to　have　moved　one　step　away　from　a　mere　scavenging　existence；　and　to　be　getting　a　little　closer　to　the　state　in　which　the　three　Negroes　were　living。　To　put　it　that　an　act　of　destruction　had　been　an　act　of　creation　might　seem　a　paradox；　but　he　felt　of　it　as　something　of　that　sort。　
　　A　fence　was　a　fact；　and　a　fence　was　also　a　symbol。　Between　the　herds　and　the　crops；　the　fence　stood　as　a　fact；　but　between　the　rye　and　the　oats；　it　was　only　a　symbol；　for　the　rye　and　the　oats　did　not　mingle　of　themselves。　Because　offences　the　land　was　cut　into　chunks　and　blocks。　The　pasture　changed　to　the　plowed　land　sharply　at　the　fence；　and　on　the　other　side　of　the　plowed　land；　at　the　line　of　the　fence；　went　the　highway；　and　beyond　the　highway　was　the　orchard；　and　then　another　fence　with　the　lawns　and　the　house　beyond　it；　and　again　at　a　fence；　the　barnyard。　Once　the　fences　are　broken　both　in　fact　and　in　symbol；　then　there　are　no　more　blocks　and　chunks　of　land　and　sharp　changes；　but　all　is　hazy　and　wavy；　and　fades　from　one　into　the　other；　as　it　was　in　the　beginning。　
　　After　that；　he　lost　track　of　the　time　still　more。　He　did　not　travel　far　in　any　day　because　there　was　much　rain；　and　the　roads　were　not　as　smooth　and　straight　as　they　had　been　in　the　West。　Moreover　he　had　lost　his　sense　of　hurry。　He　worked　northeastward　through　the　hills　of　Kentucky；　then　struck　the　Ohio　River　bottomland；　and　went　on　into　Pennsylvania。　
　　He　foraged　more　for　himself。　He　gathered　green　　from　the　weed…grown　corn…patches。　There　were　ripe　berries　and　fruit。　Now　and　then　in　a　garden　he　found　a　head　or　two　of　lettuce　which　had　not　been　rumed　by　worms。　Frequently；　he　pulled　up　carrots；　and　ate　them　raw；　since　he　was　very　fond　of　raw　carrots。　He　shot　a　young　pig。　He　used　the　shotgun　to　bag　two　partridges。　Again；　with　Princess　shut　in　the　car　and　protesting　loudly；　he　spent　a　happy　two　hours　slowly　stalking　a　flock　of　turkeys　which　always　scurried　off　just　before　he　was　within　range。　At　last；　however；　he　managed　to　get　close　enough　to　knock　over　a　gobbler。　Some　weeks　ago　it　must　have　been　a　tame　turkey；　but　now　it　had　gone　wild；　and　from　constant　necessity　of　dodging　foxes　and　wild　cats　had　bee　almost　as　wary　as　if　it　had　lived　all　its　life　in　the　woods。　
　　Between　rains　the　weather　was　warm；　and　when　he　felt　like　it；　he　stripped　and　swain　in　some　likely　looking　stream。　Since　the　water　from　faucets　began　to　seem　stale；　he　drank　from　springs　and　wells　although　by　now；　he　judged；　even　the　larger　rivers　should　be　free　of　sewage　and　factory　refuse。　
　　He　became　used　to　the　look　of　the　towns；　and　could　generally　tell　whether　they　were　entirely　empty　or　whether　by　searching　he　might　somewhere　find　a　survivor　or　two。　The　liquor…stores　were　often　looted。　The　other　buildings　usually　undisturbed；　although　occasionally　there　had　been　tampering　with　the　banks…people　apparently　still　putting　trust　in　money。　In　the　streets　there　would　be　an　occasional　pig　or　dog；　less　often；　a　cat。　
　　Even　in　this　once　more　thickly　inhabited　part　of　the　country　he　saw　paratively　few　bodies；　and　there　was　less　stench　of　death　than　he　had　feared。　Most　of　the　farms　and　many　of　the　smaller　towns　apparently　had　been　left　deserted　when　their　last　inhabitants　withdrew　to　larger　centers　for　medical　care　or　else　fled　into　the　hills；　hoping　to　escape　infection。　On　the　outskirts　of　every　larger　town　he　saw　the　piled…up　dirt　where　the　bulldozers　had　worked　even　in　the　last　days。　At　the　end；　necessarily；　many　bodies　must　have　been　left　unburied；　but　these　were　usually　in　the　areas　around　hospitals　which　had　been　concentration…points。　At　the　warning　of　his　nose　he　avoided　such　spots　or　drove　rapidly　past　them。　
　　The　surviving　people；　he　found；　were　generally　singles；　occasionally　couples。　They　were　anchored　firmly　in　their　own　places。　Sometimes　they　seemed　to　wish　that　he　would　stay　there　with　them；　but　they　never　wished　to　acpany　him。　He　still　did　not　find　any　of　them　with　whom　he　wished　to　share　the　future。　If　necessary；　he　thought；　he　could　return。　
　　The　country　in　some　ways　showed　more　change　than　the　towns；　although　one　would　hardly　have　imagined　so　to　begin　with。　But　in　the　country　the　crops　were　growing　up　rankly　with　weeds。　In　this　part；　the　wheat　had　not　been　cut　at　the　time　of　the　disaster；　and　now　it　was　heavy　in　the　head　and　the　grains　in　some　places　had　started　to　fall。　The　cattle　and　horses　wandered　about；　and　fences　were　obviously　starting　to　go。　Here　and　there　a　field　of　　would　remain　undisturbed　when　the　fence　was　tight；　but　more　often　the　animals　had　forced　an　entrance。　
　　Then；　one　morning；　he　crossed　the　Delaware　River　into　New　Jersey；　and　realized　that　he　could　reach　New　York　by　early　afternoon。　
　　
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　　He　came　to　the　Pulaski　Skyway　about　noon。　Once　before；　as　a　boy　of　fifteen；　he　had　driven　there　with　his　father　and　mother。　Then　the　streaming　traffic　had　half　terrified　him；　trucks　and　cars　had　e　roaring　in；　seeming　to　converge　from　all　directions；　and　then　suddenly　to　drop　out　of　sight　again　as　they　went　off　onto　the　down…ramps。　He　remembered　his　father　gazing　anxiously；　this　way　and　that；　to　watch　the　traffic…signs；　and　his　mother　nervously　giving…advice。　But　now；　Princess　slept　on　the　front　seat　beside　him；　and　he　speeded　along　the　Skyway　by　himself。　
　　Far　ahead　now　he　saw　the　high　towers　of　the　sky…scrapers；　pearl…gray　against　a　cloudy　sky；　there　had　been　a　shower；　and　the　day　was　cool　for　mid…summer。　
　　When　he　saw　those　towers；　his　feelings　were　strangely　stirred。　Now　he　knew；　what　he　would　not　have　been　quite　able　to　explain　before；　why　he　had　headed　for　New　York；　even　unconsciously。　This；　to　every　American；　was　the　center　of　the　world。　According　to　what　happened　in　New　York；　so　in　the　long　run；　he　could　only　think；　it　must　happen　elsewhere…〃Falls　Rome；　falls　the　world。〃　
　　When　he　came　to　the　clover…leaf　above　Jersey　City；　he　stopped　in　the　middle　of　the　Skyway　to　read　the　signs。　No　brakes　squealed　suddenly　behind　him；　no　horns　blared；　no　truck…drivers　bawled　obscenities　at　him　for　blocking　the　road；　no　policemen　shouted　through　loud…speakers。　〃At　least；〃　he　thought；　〃life　is　quieter。〃　
　　From　far　off；　he　just　caught　the　sound；　some　bird　squawked　twice…a　seagull　probably。　The　only　other　sound　was　the　nearly　imperceptible　murmur　of　his　own　idling　engine；　as　drowsy　as　the　hum　of　bees。　There　at　the　last　moment　he　flinched　from　trying　either　of　the　tunnels。　Untended；　they　might　have　gradually　filled　with　water；　and　he　had　a　vague　fear　of　being　trapped。　He　swung　north；　and　at　last　crossed　by　the　empty　George　Washington　Bridge；　and　came　to　Manhattan。　
　　Stretched　out　between　its　rivers；　the　city　will　remain　for　a　long　time。　Stone　and　brick；　concrete　and　asphalt；　glass…time　deals　gently　with　them。　Water　leaves　black　stains；　moss　shows　green；　a　little　grass　springs　up　in　the　cracks。　（That　is　only　the　surface。）　A　window…pane　grows　loose；　vibrates；　breaks　in　a　gusty　wind。　Lighming　strikes；　loosening　the　tiles　of　a　cornice。　A　wall　leans；　as　footings　yield　in　the　long　rains；　after　years　have　passed；　it　falls；　scattering　bricks　across　the　street。　Frost　works；　and　in　the　March　thaw　some　flakes　of　stone　scale　off。　（It　is　all　very　slow。）　The　rain　washes　quietly　through　the　gutters　into　the　storm…drains；　and　if　the　storm…drains　clog；　the　rain　runs　still　through　the　gutters　into　the　rivers。　The　snow　piles　deep　in　the　long　canyons；　drifting　at　the　street　corners；　no　one　disturbs　it。　In　the　spring；　it　too　runs　off　through　the　gutters。　As　in　the　desert；　a　year　is　like　an　hour　in　the　night；　a　century；　like　a　day。　
　　Indeed　the　city　is　much　like　the　desert。　From　the　asphalt　and　concrete…coated　soil　the　rain　runs　off　both　ways　into　the　rivers。　Here　and　there　in　a　crack　the　subtle　grass　and　the　hardy　weeds　grow　up　a　little；　but　no　tree　or　vine　or　tall　grass　takes　root。　The　very　shade　trees　by　the