← I didn’t answer. At that moment, I was saying to myself: “If I really can’t unscrew this bolt, I guess I’ll have to knock it out with a hammer.” 🔊✎
← He saw me, my hammer in my hand, my fingers black with grease, bent over an object that to him must have appeared very ugly. 🔊✎
← I no longer cared about my hammer or my bolt, about thirst or death. 🔊✎