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Annotated text: The sound of the bell, as of a boding gnat, just came to me. The finger causing it was, I knew, the index of a most skilful hand, one I had commanded, one that would pluck me from embarrassment, and yet one I vaguely distrusted.

Really, if the lower orders don’t set us a good example, what on earth is the use of them? They seem, as a class, to have absolutely no sense of responsibility…. One had to be in the key for such things.

I felt I should enjoy it as I got used to it. The bell again, and then a far sensation of feet. I was glad the man had come; time was not unlimited.

I remembered that, when I was returning after a fortnight’s absence during which my assistant Charles Day had deputised for me in my lectures on mineralogy at Peebles University, a tactless hand had left on the blackboard: “Let us work while it is yet Day; for the Knight cometh when no man can work.” John 9:4

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The sound of the bell, as of a boding gnat, just
came to me. The finger causing it was, I knew,
the index of a most skilful hand, one I had
commanded, one that would pluck me from
embarrassment, and yet one I vaguely
distrusted. Really, if the lower orders don’t set
us a good example, what on earth is the use of
them? They seem, as a class, to have absolutely
no sense of responsibility…. One had to be in
the key for such things. I felt I should enjoy it
as I got used to it. The bell again, and then a far
sensation of feet. I was glad the man had come ;
time was not unlimited. I remembered that,
when I was returning after a fortnight’s absence
during which my assistant Charles Day had
deputised for me in my lectures on mineralogy
at Peebles University, a tactless hand had left on
the blackboard : “Let us work while it is yet
Day ; for the Knight cometh when no man can
work.”

Italian text:

Mi giunse il suono della campana, come una zanzara di cattivo augurio. Il dito che lo provocava, lo sapevo, era l'indice di una mano molto abile, una mano alla quale avevo dato ordini, una mano che avrebbe tolto me dall'imbarazzo e verso la quale, tuttavia, provavo una vaga sfiducia. Se le classi più umili non ci danno dei buoni esempi, che cosa ci stanno a fare? È una categoria che pare del tutto priva di qualsiasi senso di responsabilità morale... Si doveva essere in consonanza per certe cose. Ebbi la sensazione di doverne godere mentre mi abituavo. Di nuovo la campana, poi una lontana impressione di piedi. Mi faceva piacere che l'uomo fosse venuto; il tempo non era illimitato. Rammentai che, mentre tornavo dopo quattordici giorni di assen-za, durante i quali il mio assistente Charles Day aveva tenuto per mio conto le lezioni di mineralogia all'Università di Peebles, una mano priva di tatto aveva lasciato sulla lavagna la scritta : BISOGNA CHE NOI COMPIAMO LE OPERE DI COLUI CHE MI HA MANDATO FINCHÉ È GIORNO ; POI VIENE IL CAVALIERE, QUANDO NESSUNO PUÒ AGIRE.