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It is called 39。 The dog, who had sounded so ferocious in the winter distances, was a female German shepherd. She was shivering. Her tail was between her legs. She had been borrowed that morning from a farmer. She had never been to war before. She had no idea what game was being played. Her mine was Princess. Two of the Germans were boys in their early teens. Two were ramshackle old me droolers as toothless as carp. They were irregulars, armed and clothed fragmentarily with junk taken from real soldiers who were newly dead. So it goes. They were farmers from just across the German border, not far away. Their manander was a middleaged corporalredeyed., scrawny, tough as dried beef, sic k of war. He had been wounded four timesand patched up, and sent back to war. He was a very good soldierabout to quit, about to find somebody to surrender to. His bandy legs were thrust into golden cavalry boots which he had taken from a dead Hungarian colonel on the Russian front. So it goes. Those boots were almost all he owned in this world. They were his home. An anecdote: One time a recruit was watching him bone and wax those golden boots, and he held one up to the recruit and said, 39。ll see Adam and Eve.39。s boots, saw Adam and Eve in the golden depths. They were naked. They were so innocent, so vulnerable, so eager to behave decently. Billy Pilgrim loved them. Next to the golden boots were a pair of feet which were swaddled in rags. They were crisscrossed by canvas straps, were shod with hinged wooden clogs. Billy looked up at the face that went with the clogs. It was the face of a blond angel of fifteenyearold boy. The boy was as beautiful as Eve. Billy was helped to his feet by the lovely boy, by the heavenly androgyne. And the others came forward to dust the snow off Billy., and then they searched him for weapons. He didn39。s pistol to the pretty boy. He marveled at Weary39。Nice playthings you have, the corporal told Weary, and he handed the knife to an old man. 39。t that a pretty thing? Hmmm? He tore open Weary39。s gaping bosom as though he meant to tear out his pounding heart, but he brought out Weary39。s breast pocket, over his heart. It is sheathed in steel. The corporal found the dirty picture of the woman and the pony in Weary39。What a lucky pony, eh?39。t you wish you were that pony?39。Spoils of war! It39。 Then he made Weary sit down in the snow and take off his bat boots, which he gave to the beautiful boy. He gave Weary, the boy39。 and they had to walk for miles and miles, with Weary39。Excuse me,39。I beg your pardon.39。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 remember that, either. 39。 said the patient tentatively. 39。 he said. 39。re so quiet.39。Sorry.39。You were talking away thereand then you got so quiet39。Um.39。You see something terrible?39。Terrible?39。Some disease in my anslated by David Lewis The elderly man stroked the dogpillar39。t that a strange law? The man gave me a quick glance, then replied casually. Didn39。s why they lose their names when the y bee dogpillars. He nodded while scratching the dogpillar39。t give them new names, either. That39。s it. After looking at me closely, the man returned to stroking the dogpillar39。s profile. Now that he said so, it was a face I seemed to have seen somewhere before. I started to ask his name, h esitated, and fell silent. The elderly man said abruptly, It39。m not criticizing you. I39。t give up writing because I haven39。s painful, suddenly giving up writing. Now that it39。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。s not talk about it. You never know where someone might be listening. You39。s no one home but my wife. Thank you very much. I gave him my own name. I didn39。s time for the mail truck to e. Talking pains to look at my watch, I stood up. I39。d better go, I said. He turned a sadly smiling face toward me and bowed slightly. After stroking the dogpillar39。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。s face, it may be better to call the se cattrees. Maybe. I thought, it39。s uniform, and you can3