Arany János - Győrei Zsolt (szerk.): The trill of the nightingale (Budapest, 2019)
I - „And when he bores he starts anew” - The Scolar's Cat (Neville Masterman)
The Şcolar’s Cat Famous might have been this scholar great his erudition, If he’d had an ounce of horse sense in his composition; oh, dear me! once upon a time befell him this mad catastrophe. Our scholar felt affection for naught to man God’s given, if it walked on two or four legs, lived on earth, in haven, but his cat, a tortoise-shell one, oh, dear me! as if he would devour the beast he loved her dotingly. The scholar had a servant, too, for whom it was a duty to see the house was not burnt down or thieves made off with booty. As servants go, she was not bad. Oh, dear me! but fasting was her sole reward daily even nightly. Things were different for the cat. Here love guided the scholar; the master’s breakfast was shaded with her divided in equal measure. His servant gazed sadly on this, oh, dear me! but she would not, no, she would not reveal this outwardly. “Eh! Hum! What is wrong with pussy, oh, my much loved creature; fur’s gone mangy, hark! bones rattle; legs collapse beneath her.” “My master, she is hungry still, oh, dear me! with twice the food she’ll soon again be on her feet, you'll see.
