reckon。　More　barrels　of　pork。　Wasn't　nothing　to　me。

Administration　had　gone　to　a　new　building　on　the　east　side　of　the　yard；　the　infirmary　was　being　moved　（whose　country…bumpkin　idea　it　had　been　to　put　an　infirmary　on　the　second　floor　in　the　first　place　was　just　another　of　life's　mysteries）；　the　library　was　still　partly　stocked　…　not　that　it　ever　had　much　in　it　…　and　standing　empty。　The　old　building　was　a　hot　clapboard　box　kind　of　shouldered　in　between　A　and　B　Blocks。　Their　bathrooms　backed　up　on　it　and　the　whole　building　was　always　swimming　with　this　vague　pissy　smell；　which　was　probably　the　only　good　reason　for　the　move。　The　library　was　L…shaped；　and　not　much　bigger　than　my　office。　I　looked　for　a　fan；　but　they　were　all　gone。　It　must　have　been　a　hundred　degrees　in　there；　and　I　could　feel　that　hot　throb　in　my　groin　when　I　sat　down。　Sort　of　like　an　infected　tooth。　I　know　that's　absurd；　considering　the　region　we're　talking　about　here；　but　it's　the　only　thing　I　could　pare　it　to。　It　got　a　lot　worse　during　and　just　after　taking　a　leak；　which　I　had　done　just　before　walking　over。

There　was　one　other　fellow　there　after　all　…　a　scrawny　old　trusty　named　Gibbons　dozing　away　in　the　corner　with　a　Wild　West　novel　in　his　lap　and　his　hat　pulled　down　over　his　eyes。　The　heat　wasn't　bothering　him；　nor　were　the　grunts；　thumps；　and　occasional　curses　from　the　infirmary　upstairs　（where　it　had　to　be　at　least　ten　degrees　hotter；　and　I　hoped　Percy　Wetmore　was　enjoying　it）。　I　didn't　bothe