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第58部分

ad never been lights before。 Not just in my brain; all over my body。

〃You and Mr。 Howell and the other bosses been good to me〃; John Coffey said。 〃I know you been worryin; but you ought to quit on it now。 Because I want to go; boss。〃

I tried to speak and couldn't。 He could; though。 What he said next was the longest I ever heard him speak。

〃I'm rightly tired of the pain I hear and feel; boss。 I'm tired of bein on the road; lonely as a robin in the rain。 Not never havin no buddy to go on with or tell me where we's in from or goin to or why。 I'm tired of people bein ugly to each other。 It feels like pieces of glass in my head。 I'm tired of all the times I've wanted to help and couldn't。 I'm tired of bein in the dark。 Mostly it's the pain。 There's too much。 If I could end it; I would。 But I cain't。〃

Stop it; I tried to say。 Stop it; let go of my hands; I'm going to drown if you don't。 Drown or explode。

〃You won't 'splode;〃 he said; smiling a little at the idea 。。。 but he let go of my hands。

I leaned forward; gasping。 Between my knees I could see every crack in the cement floor; every groove; every flash of mica。 I looked up at the wall and saw names that had been written there in 1924; 1926; 1931。 Those names had been washed away; the men who had written them had also been washed away; in a manner of speaking; but I guess you can never wash anything pletely away; not from this dark glass of a world; and now I saw them again; a tangle of names overlying one another; and looking at them was like listening to the dead speak and sing and cry out for mercy。 I felt my eyeballs pulsing in their sockets; heard my own heart; felt the windy whoosh of my blood rushing through all the boulevards of my body like letters being mailed to everywher