I got a job figxing vatches und a friend says he vould give me a
chance. Und here I am. Still figxing vatches. Dey are my friends. Inside
dey are all broken. Dey have liddle tings wrong vid dem und are inside oud
und oopside down und I figx dem.
"I don' know vy, but figxing vatches made a new man from me. I don' think
no more aboud my troubles und how oopside down and impozzible everyding
is. But I look all de time into vatches und make dem go again. Yes, it iss
like you say, a delicate business, und my fingers iss getting old for it,
maybe. But I like dese liddle tools und all dese liddle things aboud a
vatch I like to look at und hold und figx up.
"Because it iss so simple. Ezpecially ven you get acquainted vid how dey
run und vy dey stop. Und der are zo many busted vatches. Zo nice outside
und zo busted inside. I can'd explain maybe how it iss. But it iss like
dat. Ven I hold de busted vatches under the micgrozcope, I feel happy I
don' know. Some time maybe somebody pick me up like I vas a busted vatch
und hold me under a micgrozcope und figx me up until I go tick tick again.
Maybe dat's vy. Here. All done."
Gustave shifted the microscope up over his eyebrow and smiled ponderously
across the counter.
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