"Oh, isit?" sneeredSoapy, addinginsulttopetitlarceny."Well, whydon'tyoucallapoliceman? ! Whydon'tyoucallacop? Therestandsoneonthecorner."
, .
"Ofcourse," saidtheumbrellaman—"thatis—well, youknowhowthesemistakesoccur—I—ifit'syourumbrellaIhopeyou'llexcuseme—Ipickeditupthismorninginarestaurant—Ifyourecogniseitasyours, why—Ihopeyou'll—"
"Ofcourseit'smine," saidSoapyviciously.
.
, theyseemedtoregardhimasakingwhocoulddonowrong.
, forthehominginstinctsurvivesevenwhenthehomeisaparkbench.
, -stainedwindowasoftlightglowed, where, nodoubt, theorganistloiteredoverthekeys, 'searssweetmusicthatcaughtandheldhimtransfixedagainsttheconvolutionsoftheironfence.
Themoonwasabove, lustrousandserene; vehiclesandpedestrianswerefew; sparrowstwitteredsleepilyintheeaves—, forhehadknownitwellinthedayswhenhislifecontainedsuchthingsasmothersandrosesandambitionsandfriendsandimmaculatethoughtsandcollars.
TheconjunctionofSoapy', thedegradeddays, unworthydesires, deadhopes, wreckedfacultiesandbasemotivesthatmadeuphisexistence.
; hewouldmakeamanofhimselfagain; ; hewascomparativelyyoungyet; —
.
"Whatareyoudoinghere?" askedtheofficer.
"Nothing," saidSoapy.
"Thencomealong," saidthepoliceman.
"ThreemonthsontheIsland," saidtheMagistrateinthePoliceCourtthenextmorning.
躺在麦迪逊广场的长凳上，索比不安地辗转反侧。每当雁群在夜空中引吭高歌时，每当没有海豹皮外套的女人跟她们的丈夫越来越亲热时，每当索比在公园的长凳上辗转反侧时，你就该知道，冬天快要来了。
一片枯叶飘落在索比的膝盖上，那是严寒先生——杰克·弗洛斯特的名片。对麦迪逊广场的常客们，杰克十分友好，每年冬天来访前，他都事先通知。在十字街头，他把自己的名片交给北风先生——“露天大厦”的守门人，好让大厦里的房客们做好准备。索比逐渐意识到这个事实，是时候为自己组织“个人财务委员会”，以抵御即将来临的严寒气候了。因此他在长凳上辗转不已。
