[Knees bent, leaning side by side over a pile of scrap metal, they
never tired of helping each other to balance a counterweight,
adjust a lever, or put together or take apart cogwheels locking
into one another. They talked endlessly about the placing of a
bolt or greasing a bearing race. Zénon was far more imaginative
than the slow-thinking Colas Gheel, but the artisan's thick hands
worked with a dexterity that astonished the parson's pupil, who was
for the first time in his life working with something other than books.
``Great work, my lad, great work'', said the foreman,
putting his heavy arm around the schoolboy's shoulders.]
[I am the famous singer, the much-travelled ratcatcher, whom this famous town most definitely needs. And however many rats there be, and even if there are weasels too, I'll clear them all out of this place: they will all have to go together.]
Then in a freedom asks her as they lay
Whose were her lips and breasts: and she swears, his:
For hearts are open when thoughts fall to play.
At last he asks her, whose her backside is?
She vow'd that it was Scoggin's only part
Who never yet came nearer to her heart.