DESPAIR

Is it not allowed to rest even one day in the week and to be at

least one day free from the angry growl of the boss, his gloomy

mien, his terrible looks; to forget the shop and the cries of

the foreman; to forget slavery, to forget woe? You wish to

forget yourself and be rested? Never mind, you will soon go to

your rest!

Soon the trees and flowers will have withered; the last bird is

already ending his song; soon there will be cemeteries all

around! Oh, how I should like to smell a flower and feel, before

the grass is dead, the breath of zephyr in the green fields! You

wish to be in the fields where it is airy and green? Never mind

you will be carried there soon enough!

The brook is silvery and glistens beautifully; the waves are

covered with a heavenly grace. Oh, how good it is to bathe

there! How I should enjoy leaping into it! My body is weakened

from the dreadful work,—how they both would refresh me! Oh, you

wish to make your ablution in the brooks? Be not frightened, you

will soon receive your ablution!

The sweatshop is dark and smoky and small. How can my white

blouse be clean there? In the dirty shop cleanliness is unknown

to me. How a pure white shirt adorns a man! How proper for a

noble body it is, in order to be free to work humanely and be

clean withal! You wish now to dress yourself in white? They will

dress you, and dress you quickly enough!

The woods are breezy, in the woods it is cool. How good to dream

there quietly! The little birds sing pleasantly; but in the shop

there is noise, and the air is suffocating! Oh, you wish to be

cool?

Of what avail is a forest to you? It will not be long before you

will be cold.

’Tis good to have a dear companion. In adversity he gives hope,

in misery—courage. A dear companion sweetens your being, and he

gives you a zest for life. And I am orphaned alone like a stone,

there are no companions, I am all by myself—you will soon have

companions without end; they swarm already and are waiting for

you!

The Pale Operator gives a hint of the ravages of tuberculosis in

the garment trade:

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