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第56章

The little private doss-houses, as a rule, are unmitigated horrors.I have slept in them, and I know; but let me pass them by and confine myself to the bigger and better ones.Not far from Middlesex Street, Whitechapel, I entered such a house, a place inhabited almost entirely by working-men.The entrance was by way of a flight of steps descending from the sidewalk to what was properly the cellar of the building.Here were two large and gloomily lighted rooms, in which men cooked and ate.I had intended to do some cooking myself, but the smell of the place stole away my appetite, or, rather, wrested it from me; so I contented myself with watching other men cook and eat.

One workman, home from work, sat down opposite me at the rough wooden table, and began his meal.A handful of salt on the not over-clean table constituted his butter.Into it he dipped his bread, mouthful by mouthful, and washed it down with tea from a big mug.A piece of fish completed his bill of fare.He ate silently, looking neither to right nor left nor across at me.Here and there, at the various tables, other men were eating, just as silently.In the whole room there was hardly a note of conversation.A feeling of gloom pervaded the ill-lighted place.Many of them sat and brooded over the crumbs of their repast, and made me wonder, as Childe Roland wondered, what evil they had done that they should be punished so.

From the kitchen came the sounds of more genial life, and I ventured in to the range where the men were cooking.But the smell I had noticed on entering was stronger here, and a rising nausea drove me into the street for fresh air.

On my return I paid fivepence for a 'cabin,' took my receipt for the same in the form of a huge brass check, and went upstairs to the smoking-room.Here, a couple of small billiard tables and several checkerboards were being used by young working-men, who waited in relays for their turn at the games, while many men were sitting around, smoking, reading, and mending their clothes.The young men were hilarious, the old men were gloomy.In fact, there were two types of men, the cheerful and the sodden or blue, and age seemed to determine the classification.

But no more than the two cellar rooms, did this room convey the remotest suggestion of home.Certainly there could be nothing homelike about it to you and me, who know what home really is.On the walls were the most preposterous and insulting notices regulating the conduct of the guests, and at ten o'clock the lights were put out, and nothing remained but bed.This was gained by descending again to the cellar, by surrendering the brass check to a burly doorkeeper, and by climbing a long flight of stairs into the upper regions.I went to the top of the building and down again, passing several floors filled with sleeping men.The 'cabins' were the best accommodation, each cabin allowing space for a tiny bed and room alongside of it in which to undress.The bedding was clean, and with neither it nor the bed do I find any fault.But there was no privacy about it, no being alone.

To get an adequate idea of a floor filled with cabins, you have merely to magnify a layer of the pasteboard pigeon-holes of an egg-crate till each pigeon-hole is seven feet in height and otherwise properly dimensioned, then place the magnified layer on the floor of a large, barnlike room, and there you have it.There are no ceilings to the pigeon-holes, the walls are thin, and the snores from all the sleepers and every move and turn of your nearer neighbors come plainly to your ears.And this cabin is yours only for a little while.In the morning out you go.You cannot put your trunk in it, or come and go when you like, or lock the door behind you, or anything of the sort.In fact, there is no door at all, only a doorway.If you care to remain a guest in this poor man's hotel, you must put up with all this, and with prison regulations which impress upon you constantly that you are nobody, with little soul of your own and less to say about it.

Now I contend that the least a man who does his day's work should have, is a room to himself, where he can lock the door and be safe in his possessions; where he can sit down and read by a window or look out; where he can come and go whenever he wishes; where he can accumulate a few personal belongings other than those he carries about with him on his back and in his pockets; where he can hang up pictures of his mother, sister, sweetheart, ballet dancers, or bulldogs, as his heart listeth- in short, one place of his own on the earth of which he can say: 'This is mine, my castle; the world stops at the threshold;here am I lord and master.' He will be a better citizen, this man; and he will do a better day's work.

I stood on one floor of the poor man's hotel and listened.I went from bed to bed and looked at the sleepers.They were young men, from twenty to forty, most of them.Old men cannot afford the working-man's home.They go to the workhouse.But I looked at the young men, scores of them, and they were not bad-looking fellows.

Their faces were made for women's kisses, their necks for women's arms.They were lovable, as men are lovable.They were capable of love.A woman's touch redeems and softens, and they needed such redemption and softening instead of each day growing harsh and harsher.And I wondered where these women were, and heard a 'harlot's ginny laugh.' Leman Street, Waterloo Road, Piccadilly, The Strand, answered me, and I knew where they were.

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