Загадочная история Бенджамина Баттона
Chapter 11
Thepast—thewildchargeattheheadofhismenupSanJuanHill;thefirstyearsofhismarriagewhenheworkedlateintothesummerduskdowninthebusycityforyoungHildegardewhomheloved;thedaysbeforethatwhenhesatsmokingfarintothenightinthegloomyoldButtonhouseonMonroeStreetwithhisgrandfather-allthesehadfadedlikeunsubstantialdreamsfromhismindasthoughtheyhadneverbeen.Hedidnotremember.
Hedidnotrememberclearlywhetherthemilkwaswarmorcoolathislastfeedingorhowthedayspassed—therewasonlyhiscribandNana’sfamiliarpresence.Andthenherememberednothing.Whenhewashungryhecried—thatwasall.Throughthenoonsandnightshebreathedandoverhimthereweresoftmumblingsandmurmuringsthathescarcelyheard,andfaintlydifferentiatedsmells,andlightanddarkness.
Thenitwasalldark,andhiswhitecribandthedimfacesthatmovedabovehim,andthewarmsweetaromaofthemilk,fadedoutaltogetherfromhismind.
