近来龟堀老在想心事。就連在机器房嘈杂的声音当中,这个念头也总是在他脑子里縈繞着:“我得想法儿入党才成。”散了工回家,一路上在飞滿灰尘、炎热的人行道上拖着沉重的脚步走着,夹在人流当中横过馬路,排着队走过剪票口,或是在电車里的时候,他一直都在琢磨着。在宿舍里,一听到蟬叫,他就想:我的心也象它那样“人啊,人啊”地叫喚呢。……就这样,黑间 Kameido recently to think of things. Even in the noisy voice of the machine room, the idea is always lingering in his mind: “I had to think that I should join the party.” “I went home and went up in dusty, hot sidewalks all the way On the dragging heavy footsteps walking, caught in the flow of people across the road, lined up by the ticket gate, or in the tram, he has been wondering. In the dorm room, he heard cicadas, he thought: my heart like it, ”people, people," call it. ... that’s it, black