ஒரு துண்டு இறைச்சி என்று மொழிபெயர்ப்பில் இந்தக் கதையை ஆரம்ப நாட்களில் வாசித்து இருக்கிறேன். அவசரமாகத் தேடியதில் அந்த புத்தகம் கிடைக்கவில்லை. சிறந்த கதைகளுக்கு வயதே ஆவதில்லை என நிரூபிக்கும் உலக இலக்கியத்தின் நித்யகன்னிகளில் இதுவும் ஒன்று.
A Piece of Steak PDF
by Jack London (1876-1916)
With the last morsel of bread Tom King wiped his plate clean of the last particle of flour gravy and chewed the resulting mouthful in a slow and meditative way. When he arose from the table, he was oppressed by the feeling that he was distinctly hungry. Yet he alone had eaten. The two children in the other room had been sent early to bed in order that in sleep they might forget they had gone supperless. His wife had touched nothing, and had sat silently and watched him with solicitous eyes. She was a thin, worn woman of the working-class, though signs of an earlier prettiness were not wanting in her face. The flour for the gravy she had borrowed from the neighbour across the hall The last two ha'pennies had gone to buy the bread.
