Cal [antikvár]

OneHe stood at the back gateway of the abattoir, his hands thrust into his pockets, his stomach rigid with the ache of want. Men in white coats and baseball caps whisded and shouted as they moved between the hanging carcases. He couldn't see his father, yet he did not want to venture in. He knew the sweet 5 warm nauseating smell of the place and he had had no breakfast. Nor had he smoked his first cigarette of the day. Smells were always so much more intense then. At intervals the crack of the humane killer echoed round the glass roof. Queuing beasts bellowed in the distance as if they knew.He saw the Preacher standing waiting with his glass. It was the local doctor's 10 prescription for any anaemic with a strong stomach. The Preacher was tall and thin with the Adam's apple of a vulture and skin that was made even paler, if that was possible, by the light reflected from the white tiles. He cycled the countryside on his breadcart of a bicycle with a small ladder strapped to the bar and a clutter of tools in the saddle-bag, nailing tracts made from tin lids to 15 trees and telegraph-poles. "The Wages of Sin is Death. Romans 8:5" was on a sycamore tree on the Magherafelt road; and further out "I am the Resurrection and the Life. John 11:25".Crilly came over to the gateway to sharpen his knives."Hiya, Cal," he said. Cal saw him press the blade on to the carborundum 20 stone with his fingers, heard it hiss. "Is my Da about?"Crilly looked up and stopped the movement. He nodded over his shoulder."Will you tell him I want him", said Cal."In a minute." He squinted along the worn crescent of his blade and gave it 25 an infinitesimal touch with the ball of his thumb. He caressed the stone lighdy once or twice more as if sweeping it clean, then moved back into the building."Shamie," he yelled. "Shamie."abattoir building where animals are killed for food; slaughterhouse carcase dead animal to venture in to dare to enter nauseating smell smell which makes you sick crack sharp, loud sound humane killer instrument for killing animals without pain anaemic person who has not enough red cells in his blood vulture G. Geier breadcart a delivery boy's bike with a basket clutter G. Durcheinander tract short essay on a religious or philosophical subject Romans 8:5 the quotation is not correct, it is Romans 6:23; G. Der Tod ist der Siinde Sold, Romer 6,23 sycamore G. Ahorn John 11:25 G. Ich bin die Auferstehung und das Leben, Johannes 11,25 carborundum stone special stone for sharpening knives to squint G. schielen crescent curved shape3