The things we do!

But as time went on I grew more and more
impatient of my work-mate's company. It was torture to me, for instance,
to see him pick up a loaf from the table, hold it close in to his chest,
and cut off a slice with a greasy pocket-knife that he was always putting
in his mouth. And then, again, he would go all through the week, from
Sunday to Sunday, without a wash. And in the morning, before the sun was
up, and the evening, after it had gone, there was always a shiny drop
hanging from the tip of his nose. And then his nails! And as for his ears,
they were simply deformed.
Alas! I was an upstart creature, that had learned fine manners in the
cafes in town. And since I could not keep myself from telling my companion
now and then what I thought of his uncleanly ways, there grew up a certain
ill-feeling between us, and I feared we should have to separate before
long. As it was, we hardly spoke now beyond what was needed.
And there was the well, as undug as ever. Sunday came, and Grindhusen had
gone home.


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