第2部分

請關閉瀏覽器的閱讀/暢讀/小說模式並且關閉廣告遮蔽過濾功能，避免出現內容無法顯示或者段落錯亂。

nose。　He　slammed　the　vomit…green　locker　door　shut。　？What？s　going　on？

I？m　just　knocking　off　for　the　day。？

？You？re　never　going　to　believe　what　I　found。？　Dan　bran…dished　a　tiny；　tattered　chocolate　brown

hardback。　？The　second　I　saw　it；　I　grabbed　it　off　the　shelf　and　ran　down　here。？　Technically；

employees　weren？t　supposed　to　leave　the　floor　when　they　were　on　a　shift？there　wasn？t　even　an

only…in…an…emergency　clause？but　Dan　had　always　lived　by　the　rule　that　rules　were　made　to　be

broken。

？What　is　it？？　Greg　asked　excitedly；　stepping　over　the　low；　wooden　bench　that　was　screwed　to　the

floor。

？Ta…da！？　Dan　waved　the　book　in　the　air　above　his　head。　？Just　guess；　first。Take　a　guess；　please。？

？I　can？t！？　Greg　reached　out　playfully　and　tried　to　grab　the　book　from　him。

？No　you　don？t。？　Dan　tucked　the　volume　behind　his　back。

Greg　reached　around　him；　still　trying　for　the　book。　？Let　me　see；　e　on。？

Dan　brought　the　book　in　front　of　him；　holding　it　faceup　on　his　palms。　？I　hold　in　my　hand　an

out…of…print　masterpiece　。　。　。　by　one　of　the　most　important　midcentury　American　novelists　。　。　。

published　by　a　seminal　San　Francisco　publishing　house　。。。in　1952。。。。？

？Shut。？　Greg　sat　down　on　the　bench；　as　though　he　might　faint。　？Up。？

？I？m　serious；？　Dan　confirmed。　？The　Poet？s　Wake！By　Sherman　fucking　Anderson　fucking

Hartman。？

？That？s；　like；　the　Holy　Grail　or　something；？　Greg　muttered　in　awe。　？Can　I　see　it？？　he　asked；　his

voice　wavering。

？Just　be　careful。　Some　of　the　pages　are　pretty　moth…eaten；　which　is　really　tragic；　but　I　guess　we

can？t　plain；　I　mean；　given　how　hard　it　is　to　find　a　copy　of　this　anywhere。　I？ve　heard　stories

about　people　unearthing　them