作者：(日本)山冈庄八 译者：岳远坤 陈都伟
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A forked piece of wood or metal with lengths of rubber, square in cross-section, attached to each of the ends and joined together by a piece of leather. You put the ball-bearing, the stone – in brief, the missile – into the leather, which you held fast with the finger and thumb of your right hand, while you held the stem of the catapult in your left. Pull back the rubber, aim through the opening between the two prongs, let go, and the missile flies off and hits the sparrow or the window. Today it had been a windowpane, and the missile contained a typed warning.
A door. Below the bell-pull was a brass plate with a name in fancy lettering: Vinzenz Hungerlott-Äbi, Warden. The warder pulled the bell, a simple action that was full of respect, of obsequiousness. They could hear the bell ringing in the apartment, and a girl came to open the door. She was smartly dressed, with a white lace apron standing out against the black of her dress. Breathless, the warder announced, “Sergeant . . Studer . . would . . ” The maid disappeared and returned with an invitation to the sergeant to step in.
The noise of the unsupervised men could be heard through the door. Corridors . . long corridors. Occasionally the walls were interrupted by a window, and you could see how thick the walls were. Steps . . corridors . . nooks and crannies . . It was a labyrinth you’d have certainly got lost in without a guide. And then they reached the new part of the poorhouse. The corridors had inlaid linoleum as well as coconut matting, which dampened the noise of their footsteps . . A door. Below the bell-pull was a brass plate with a name in fancy lettering: Vinzenz Hungerlott-Äbi, Warden.