TextBWar
LuigiPirandello
[1]ThepassengerswhohadleftRomebythenightexpresshadtostopuntildawationofFabriaiheirjourhesmallold-fashionedlogthemaihSulmona。
[2]Atdawn,inastuffyandsmokysed-classcarriageinwhichfivepeoplehadalreadyspe,abulkymwashoistedin—almostlikeashapelessbundle。Behindherpuffingandmoaning,followedherhusband—atinyman;thinandweakly,hisfacedeath-white,hiseyessmallandbrightandlookingshyanduneasy。
[3]Havingatlasttakehepolitelythahepassengersedhiswifeandwhohadmaderoomforher;theothewtopulldownthecollarofherdpolitelyinquired:
[4]“Areyht,dear?”
[5]Thewife,instead,pulleduphercaintohereyes,soastohideherface。
[6]“Nastyworld,”mutteredthehusbandwithasadsmile。
[7]Ahisdutytoexplaintpanionsthatthepooritied,forthewarwastakingawayfromherheronlyson,aboyoftwentytowhombothhaddevotedtheirentirelife,evenbreakinguptheirhomeatSulmonatofollowhimtoRome,wherehehadtogoasastudent,thenallowinghimtovolunteerforwarwithanassuraatleastsixmonthshewouldhefrontandnow,allofasudden,regawiresayingthathewasduetoleaveiimeandaskiogoandseehimoff。
[8]Thewcoatwastwistingandwriggling,attimesgrowlinglikeawildaainthatallthoseexplanationswouldnothavearousedevenashadowofsympathyfromthosepeoplewho—mostlikely—wereiasherself。Ohem,whohadbeehparticularattention,said,“YoushouldthankGodthatyoursonisonlyleavingnowforthefront。Miherethefirstdayofthewar。Hehasalreadyebacktwidedabatothefront。”
[9]“Whataboutme?Ihavetwosonsandthreehefront,”saidaner。
[10]“Maybe,butiisouronlysohehusband。
[11]“Whatdifferemake?Youmayspoilyouronlysoentions,butyouorethanyouwouldallyourotherifyouhadaalloveishatbebrokentopiedsplitamongsttheinequalshares。Afathergivesallhislovetoeaeofhiswithoutdisatiobeoen,andifIamsufferingnowformytwosons,Iamnhalfforeabutdouble。。。”
[12]“True。。。true。。。”sighedtheembarrassedhusband,“butsuppose(ofcourseeitwillneverbeyourcase)afatherhastwosoandhelosesohereisstilloo。。。while。。。”
[13]“Yes,”aher,gettingcross,“asoobutalsoasoforwhomhemustsurvive,whileihefatherofanonlysonifthesoherdietooandputaohisdistress。Whichofthetwopositionsisworse?Don’tyouseehowmycasewouldbeworsethanyours?”
[14]“erruptedaraveler,afat,red-fawithbloodshoteyesofthepalestgray。
[15]Heanting。Fromhisbulgiospurtinnerviolenuywhichhisweakenedbodycouldhardly。
[16]“Nonseed,tryingtoouthwithhishandsoastohidethetwomissingfroh。“Nonsense。Dowegivelifetoourownforourow?”
[17]Theothertravelersstaredathimiheonewhohadhadhissosidayhed:“Yht。Ourdoous,theybelory。。。”
[18]“Bosh,”retortedthefattraveler。“Dowethirywheoour?Oursonsarebornbecause。。。well,becausetheymustbeborheyetolifetheytakeourowhem。Thisisthetruth。Webeloheyous。Aheyreatytheyareexactlyereattheirage。Wetoohadafatherahereweresomahingsaswell。。。girls,cigarettes,illusioies。。。ary,ofcourse,whosecallwewouldhaveanseretweherandmotherhadsaidno。Ne,theloveofourtryisstillgreat,ofcourse,butstroistheloveofour。Isthereanyoneofusherewhowouldn’tgladlytakehissohefrontifhecould?”
[19]Therewasasilenceallround,everybodynoddingastoapprove。