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【正文】 He nodded while scratching the dogpillar39。s jaw. Not only the old names, but you can39。t give them new names, either. That39。s because there are no proper nouns for plants. Why, of course, I thought. He Looked at my envelope with MANUSCRIPT ENCLOSED written on it. Excuse me, he said. Are you a writer? I was a little embarrassed. Well. yes. Just trivial little things. So that39。s it. After looking at me closely, the man returned to stroking the dogpillar39。s head. I also used to write things. He managed to suppress a smile. How many years is it now since I stopped writing? It feels like a long time. I stared at the man39。s profile. Now that he said so, it was a face I seemed to have seen somewhere before. I started to ask his name, hesitated, and fell silent. The elderly man said abruptly, It39。s bee a hard world to write in. I lowered my eyes, ashamed of myself, who still continued to write in such a world. It certainly has... The man apologized in a bit of a flurry discerning my sudden depression. That was rude. I39。m not criticizing you. I39。m the one who should feel ashamed. No, I told him, after looking quickly around us, I can39。t give up writing because I haven39。t the courage. Giving up writing! Why, after all, that would be a ge sture against society. The elderly man continued stroking the dogpillar. After a long while he spoke. It39。s painful, suddenly giving up writing. Now that it39。s e to this, I would have been better off if I39。d gone on boldly writing social criticism and ha d been arrested. There are even times when I think that. But I was just a dilettante, never knowing poverty, craving peaceful dream s. I wanted to live a fortable life. As a person strong in self respect, I couldn39。t endure being exposed to the eyes of the world, ridiculed. So I quit writing, A sorry tale. He smiled and shook his head. No no, let39。s not talk about it. You never know where someone might be listening. You39。re right. I changed the subject. Do you live near here? Do you know the beauty parlor on the main street? You turn in there. My name is Hiyama. He nodded at me. Come on over some time. There39。s no one home but my wife. Thank you 33 very much. I gave him my own name. I didn39。t remember any writer named Hiyama. No doubt he wrote under a pen name. I had no intention of visiting his house. This is a world where even two or three writers getting together is considered illegal assembly. It39。s time for the mail truck to e. Talking pains to look at my watch, I stood up. I39。m afraid I39。d better go, I said. He turned a sadly smiling face toward me and bowed slightly. After stroking the dogpillar39。s head a little, I left the park. Standing Woman(2) I came out on the main street, there were a lot of cars on the road but few pedestrians. A cattree about thirty to forty centimeters high was planted next to the sidewalk. Sometimes I e across a catpillar that has just been planted and still hasn39。t bee a cattree. New catpillars look at my face and meow or cry, but the ones where all four limbs planted in the ground have vegetized, with their greenish faces stiffly set and their eyes shut tight, only move their ears now and then. Then there are catpillars that grow branches from their bodies and put out handfuls of leaves. The mental condition of there seems to be pletely vegetized | they don39。t even move their ears. Even if you can still make out a cat39。s face, it may be better to call the se cattrees. Maybe. I thought, it39。s better to make dogs into dogpillars. When their food runs out, they get vicious and even turn on people. But why did they have to turn cats into catpillars? Too many strays? To improve the food situation even a little? Or perhaps for the greening of the city ... Next to the big hospital on the corner where the roads cross are two mantrees, and range d alongside these trees is a manpillar. This manpillar wears a postman39。s uniform, and you can39。t tell how far its legs have vegetized because of its trousers. It is male, thirty five or thirty six years old, tall, with a bit of a stoop. I approached him and held out my envelope as always. Registered mail, special delivery, please. The manpillar, nodding silently, accepted the envelope and took stamps and a registered mail slip from his pocket. I looked around quic kly after paying the postage. There was no one else there. I decided to try speaking to him. I had been giving him mail every three days, but I still hadn39。t had an opportunity chance for a leisurely talk. What did you do? I asked in a low voice. The manpillar looked at me in surprise. Then, after running his eyes around the area, he answered with a sour look, Won39。t do to go saying unnecessary things to me. Even me, I39。m not supposed to answer. ways been, the wonted way of things. Spitz was a practiced fighter. From Spitzbergen through the Arctic, and across Canada and the Barrens, he had held his own w ith all manner of dogs and achieved to mastery over them. Bitter ra ge was his, but never blind rage. In passion to rend and destroy, he never fot that his enemy was in like passion to rend and de stroy. He never rushed till he was prepared to receive a rush。 never attac ked till he had first defended that attack. In vain Buck strove to sink his teeth in the nec k of the big white dog. Wherever his fangs struck for the softer flesh, they were countered by the fangs of Spitz. Fang clashed fang, and lips were cut and bleeding, but Buc k could not perate his enemy39。s guard. Then he warmed up and enveloped Spitz in a whirlwind of rushes. Tim e and time again he tried for the snowwhite throat, where life bubbled near to the surface, and each time and every time Spitz slashed him and got away. Then Buc k took to rushing, as though for the throat, when, suddenly drawing back his head and curving in from the side, he would drive his shoulder