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When I heard him kick the slop jar,I knew it was his teech. I just didn't know how bad it was.When the ladderback chair splintered
,I knew it was a bad hurt,even for Felix(人名,下同).A few times that night I managed to slip off to sleep only to be jarred awake when he would run
blindly into the thin wall separating us.He groaned and cursed,not loundly but steadily,sometimes for as long as halif an hour.Ordinarily,
my mother would have fixed a hot poultice for his jaw or at least tried to do something,but he was a proud man and when he was really dying
from his teech,he preferred to suffer,if not in silence,at least by himself.The whole house was kept awake most of the night by his trashing
and groaning,by the wash pan being knocked off the shelf,by his broken shaving mirror being broken again,and by his blind charges into the
wall.
See,our kindly country dentist would not have gotten out of his warm bed for anything less than money.And Felix(人名)didn't have any
money.Besides,the dentist was in town ten miles away and we didn't have a ratting,trustworthy old truck.The only way we had to travel was
two mules.And so there was nothing for Felix to do but what he was doing and it built pratically no character at all. Looking back on it
now,I can see that it wasn't even human.The sounds coming through the wall sure as hell weren't human anyway.On a Georgia dirt farm,pain
reduced everything --man and beast alike--to the lowest common denominator.And it was pretty low and pretty common.Not something you'd want
to watch while you ate malt balls(麦芽糖)and popcorn.