Chapter 35 the beginning of suffering

The trapeze art of flying around the circus stage is notoriously the most difficult of all arts to master.So long as the trapeze man has made his living in the circus, he has designed his life in this way; spending days and nights on a swing high in the air, first out of perfection in his technique, then out of imperious habit.All his subsistence needs (insignificant ones, by the way) were met by the office staff on shifts below.They guarded under the swing and kept handing up and down the things they needed above in special containers.The trapeze way of life did not bring any special difficulties to the surrounding environment, but it interfered a little with other programs during the performance.Although he stayed quietly when others were performing, he still attracted the attention of the audience from time to time because he had nowhere to hide on the high-altitude swing frame.However, the circus bosses can forgive him, because he is an excellent and irreplaceable artist.Of course, everyone can also see that the trapeze life is not malicious, but to keep himself in a state of training all the time.Only in this way can he perfect his craft.

In addition, staying on a high-altitude swing frame is also good for your health.When the warm season comes, when the windows around the vault are opened, and the sun and fresh air flood the dreary theater strongly, it is even nice to be on the swing.Of course, this way of life limits the interaction between trapeze people and people.It’s just that sometimes a colleague climbs up the rope ladder, and the two of them sit on the high-altitude swing frame, leaning on the swing rope from left to right and chatting; or when construction workers come up to repair the roof, they pass through the open The window chatted with him; and the fireman yelled a few inarticulate words at him respectfully as they inspected the emergency lighting on the penthouse.Other than that, there was silence around him.Occasionally, a staff member strays into an empty circus in the afternoon, gazing into the sky almost out of sight, watching him practice his skills or take a rest, but the trapeze man doesn't know that someone is watching him.

A trapezeman would seem to be able to live undisturbed without the inevitable hustle and bustle of touring, which is precisely the thing he hates most.The show manager took pains to eliminate for him all unnecessary factors that prolong his suffering: in the city they drove racing cars, driving at top speed through deserted streets at night or early in the morning.Still, the trapeze feels too slow.In the train, they packed the entire car, and let the trapeze people spend the journey time on the luggage rack.Although the luggage net rack is inevitably a bit shabby as a substitute for his usual lifestyle, it is still a make-shift item after all.At the next performance location, the high-altitude swing was ready in the circus before the trapeze arrived, and all the doors leading to the circus were opened, and all passages were unimpeded.When the trapeze man steps on the rope ladder and finally appears on the trapeze in the blink of an eye, it is always the happiest moment of his life for the show manager.

While a succession of such trips satisfied the manager, each new trip brought him pain, for each trip (among other things) meant a devastating blow to the trapezeman's nervous system. . In this way, they hit the road together again.The trapeze fell asleep lying on the luggage rack, and the manager leaned against the foot of the opposite window and buried himself in a book.After a while, the trapeze began to whisper to him, and the manager immediately came over to take orders.The trapeze man bit his lip and said that he had only one trapeze set so far, and for his trapeze movement, he must now have two sets of trapeze sets, and the two sets of swings must correspond to each other.The manager immediately agreed.But the trapeze man said that from now on, he would never perform trapeze on a high-altitude swing, and he seemed to want to show that the approval of the manager here was meaningless, and it was a bit of a protest.He shuddered at the thought of performing on a swing that might happen again.The manager hesitated for a moment, looked at him carefully, and once again expressed his 100% agreement that two sets of swings are indeed much better than one set.In addition, the advantage of this novel design is that it will make the performance more colorful.At this time, the trapeze burst into tears.Surprised, the manager jumped up and asked him what happened, but the trapeze fell silent.The manager stood on the seat, stroking the trapeze and pressing his cheek so that his own was wet with tears.The manager asked for a long time and said a lot of flattering words. At this time, the trapeze man sobbed and said, "I only have a swing stick in my hand-how can I live like this?" The trapeze said that when he got to the first stop, he would immediately send a telegram to the next performance.Then, he kept blaming himself, how could he let the trapeze perform on only one swing for such a long time?He thanked the trapeze man and lavished his praise on finally pointing out his mistake.In this way, the manager succeeded in calming the trapeze gradually, and he sat back in the corner.However, he was not at peace. He looked over the top of the book and watched the trapeze quietly and worriedly.If these thoughts started to torment him, would they ever disappear completely?Don't they get stronger and stronger?Wouldn't they pose a threat to the survival of trapezemen?Like seeing him now stop crying and sleep apparently peacefully, the manager is sure to see that the first wrinkles have begun to imprint on the trapeze child's smooth forehead.