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【正文】 t to a stone cottage at a fork in the road. It was a collecting point for prisoners of war. Billy and Weary were taken inside, where it was warm and smoky. There vas a fire sizzling and popping in the fireplace. The fuel was furniture. There were about twenty other Americans in there, sitting on the floor w ith their bac ks to the wall, staring into the flamesthinking whatever there was to think, which was zero. Nobody talked. Nobody had any good war stories to tell. Billy and Weary found places for themselves, and Billy went to sleep w ith his head on the shoulder of an unprotesting captain. The captain was a chaplain. He was a rabbi. He had been shot through the hand. Billy traveled in time, opened his eyes, found himself staring into the glass eyes of a jade green mechanical owl. The owl wa s hanging upside down from a rod of stainless steel. The owl was Billy39。s optometer in his office in Ilium. An optometer is an instrument for measuring refractive errors in eyesin order that corrective lenses may be prescribed. Billy had fallen asleep w hile examining a female patient who was m a chair on the other side of the owl. He had fallen asleep at wor k before. It had been funny at first. Now Billy was starting to get worried about it, about his mind in general. He tried to remember how old he was, couldn39。t. He tried to remember what year it was. He couldn39。t remember that, either. 39。Doctor,39。 said the patient tentatively. 39。Hm?39。 he said. 39。You39。re so quiet.39。 39。Sorry.39。 39。You were talking away thereand then you got so quiet39。 39。Um.39。 39。You see something terrible?39。 39。Terrible?39。 39。Some disease in my anslated by David Lewis The elderly man stroked the dogpillar39。s head. This fellow here, I wonder what he was called before he became a dogpillar. No calling a dogpillar by its original name, I said. Isn39。t that a strange law? The man gave me a quick glance, then replied casually. Didn39。t they just extend the laws concerning people to dogs? That39。s why they lose their names when they bee dogpillars. He nodded while scratching the dogpillar39。s jaw. Not only the old names, but you can39。t give them new names, either. That39。s be cause 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 gesture 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 had been arrested. There are even times when I think that. But I was just a dilettante, never knowing poverty, craving peaceful dreams. 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 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