smelly and close in the afternoon sun, would betray the absence of its
owner. Perhaps the caller would be instinctively jealous of the lucky
man who had been freed from this hole. The next day, malicious gossip
would be whispered around to the accompaniment of frowns and
raised eyebrows. That would be natural. Even he himself could not
expect this eccentric vacation to have any other effect on his
colleagues. Rarely will you meet anyone so jealous as a teacher. Year
after year students tumble along like the waters of a river. They flow
away, and only the teacher is left behind, like some deeply buried rock
at the bottom of the current. Although he may tell others of his hopes,
he doesn't dream of them himself. He thinks of himself as worthless
and either falls into masochistic loneliness or, failing that, ultimately
becomes suspicious and pious, forever denouncing the eccentricities of
others. He longs so much for freedom and action that he can only hate
people. Was his disappearance accidental? No. If it had been an
accident, there would have been some sort of news about him. Well,
then, suicide? But that would have involved the police. And suicide
would be impossible! Don't overrate the foolish boy. Yes, indeed, he
disappeared by his own choice; there's no need to root around any
more. But it'll soon be almost a week. He really is a scaremonger. I
really don't know what he can be thinking of.
It was doubtful whether they were sincerely worried, but at least their
meddling curiosity was as overripe as an unpicked persimmon.
Consequently, the next step would be for the headmaster to visit the
police and inquire about forms for requesting an investigation. Behind
his serious face he would completely dissimulate the pleasure that was
welling up within him. "
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