The Morning And the Evening
“He stood still and presently, as he had known someone would, a man took his elbow and began to guide him. He stood in a group then, while people came and went, and occasionally he glanced their way. He had not slept for a long time, not since the time they had put him in a room he could not get out of, with many dogs coming and going beyond the bars that confined him. People, standing close, had talked to him off and on, peering, talking as if they had expected him to answer. He could only turn... away. He was afraid with strangers to make any sound, and he could not understand why these had expected so much of him.
The old man whose black clothes flowed about him, nipping at his heels as he walked, passed close and said, “Somebody ought to get him a haircut.”
“He’ll get one when he gets there,” another man said.
He was led again by the elbow out into the sweet day, where a wash of cool wind chilled him. Past thin sunlight, beyond the square of ground where people walked briskly, he saw the building he had come out of this early morning; the bars that had bound him at the other place had bound him here too, at the windows and at the door.MoreLess
The old man whose black clothes flowed about him, nipping at his heels as he walked, passed close and said, “Somebody ought to get him a haircut.”
“He’ll get one when he gets there,” another man said.
He was led again by the elbow out into the sweet day, where a wash of cool wind chilled him. Past thin sunlight, beyond the square of ground where people walked briskly, he saw the building he had come out of this early morning; the bars that had bound him at the other place had bound him here too, at the windows and at the door.MoreLess
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