第5部分(第4/7 頁)

　It　seemed　no　more　dangerous　to　me　myself　than　war　in　the　movies。　I　wished　to　God　it　was　over　though。　Maybe　it　would　finish　this　summer。　Maybe　the　Austrians　would　crack。　They　had　always　cracked　in　other　wars。　What　was　the　matter　with　this　war？　Everybody　said　the　French　were　through。　Rinaldi　said　that　the　French　had　mutinied　and　troops　marched　on　Paris。　I　asked　him　what　happened　and　he　said；　〃Oh；　they　stopped　them。〃　I　wanted　to　go　to　Austria　without　war。　I　wanted　to　go　to　the　Black　Forest。　I　wanted　to　go　to　the　Hartz　Mountains。

Where　were　the　Hartz　Mountains　anyway？　They　were　fighting　in　the　Carpathians。　I　did　not　want　to　go　there　anyway。　It　might　be　good　though。　I　could　go　to　Spain　if　there　was　no　war。　The　sun　was　going　down　and　the　day　was　cooling　off。　After　supper　I　would　go　and　see　Catherine　Barkley。　I　wish　she　were　here　now。　I　wished　I　were　in　Milan　with　her。　I　would　like　to　eat　at　the　Cova　and　then　walk　down　the　Via　Manzoni　in　the　hot　evening　and　cross　over　and　turn　off　along　the　canal　and　go　to　the　hotel　with　Catherine　Barkley。　Maybe　she　would。　Maybe　she　would　pretend　that　I　was　her　boy　that　was　killed　and　we　would　go　in　the　front　door　and　the　porter　would　take　off　his　cap　and　I　would　stop　at　the　concierge's　desk　and　ask　for　the　key　and　she　would　stand　by　the　elevator　and　then　we　would　get　in　the　elevator　and　it　would　go　up　very　slowly　clicking　at　all　the　floors　and　then　our　floor　and　the　boy　would　open　the　door　and　stand　there　and　she　would　step　out　and　I　would　step　out　and　we　would　walk　down　the　hall　and　I　would　put　the　key　in　the　door　and　open　it　and　go　in　and　then　take　down　the　telephone　and　ask　them　to　send　a　bottle　of　capri　bianca　in　a　silver　bucket　full　of　ice　and　you　would　hear　the　ice　against　the　pail　ing　down　the　condor　and　the　boy　would　knock　and