Project Umbrella Translation
GEORGE'S DIARY
August 11
I was able to stare up at the blue sky after ages, but I'm in a less than perfect mood.
I was caught ditching work in the off-limits 3F clock tower. By the Chief himself as well.
But there's something that's hard for me to wrap my head around, try as I might.
The Chief seemed more concerned over the fact I "was in the clock tower" than about me slacking off. Why's it off-limits in the first place?
September 5
I happened to get to know some old guy. His name's Thomas.
The old man works in the treatment plant out back.
When I spoke to him I learned he's a kind elderly fellow who seems to like chess a lot, so much so he's apparently even fashioned the keys to a door in part of the treatment plant into the shapes in chess.
We agreed to play chess together tomorrow evening. I'm looking forward to seeing how good he is.
However, what bugs me is that he was incessantly and vigorously scratching himself, like he's got a skin disease.
September 9
He was better than I expected. I thought I was a competent chess player myself, but looks like that was hubris talking.
But the old man wasn't just strong at chess, he had a strong appetite as well. He kept grumbling about being hungry throughout the match.
Though he says he's fine, he looked like he was in awful shape, I wonder if he's okay?
September 12
I was looking forward to chess but Thomas called it off, as something seems to be wrong with his health. What a shame.
Though he paid me a visit, he had to leave in a hurry as his face was deathly pale, like an absolute corpse. He said it was nothing but I'm sure he's been pushing himself too hard.
Speaking of which, I'm not feeling so well today myself.
August 11
I was able to stare up at the blue sky after ages, but I'm in a less than perfect mood.
I was caught ditching work in the off-limits 3F clock tower. By the Chief himself as well.
But there's something that's hard for me to wrap my head around, try as I might.
The Chief seemed more concerned over the fact I "was in the clock tower" than about me slacking off. Why's it off-limits in the first place?
September 5
I happened to get to know some old guy. His name's Thomas.
The old man works in the treatment plant out back.
When I spoke to him I learned he's a kind elderly fellow who seems to like chess a lot, so much so he's apparently even fashioned the keys to a door in part of the treatment plant into the shapes in chess.
We agreed to play chess together tomorrow evening. I'm looking forward to seeing how good he is.
However, what bugs me is that he was incessantly and vigorously scratching himself, like he's got a skin disease.
September 9
He was better than I expected. I thought I was a competent chess player myself, but looks like that was hubris talking.
But the old man wasn't just strong at chess, he had a strong appetite as well. He kept grumbling about being hungry throughout the match.
Though he says he's fine, he looked like he was in awful shape, I wonder if he's okay?
September 12
I was looking forward to chess but Thomas called it off, as something seems to be wrong with his health. What a shame.
Though he paid me a visit, he had to leave in a hurry as his face was deathly pale, like an absolute corpse. He said it was nothing but I'm sure he's been pushing himself too hard.
Speaking of which, I'm not feeling so well today myself.
Official Japanese Transcript
ジョージの日記
８月１１日
久しぶりに青空を仰ぐ事が出来たが、気分は良くない。
仕事をさぼって立ち入り禁止になっている３Ｆの時計台に居た事がばれてお咎めをくらったからだ。しかも署長直々に。
しかしどうも腑に落ちない点がある。
署長は、仕事をさぼっていた事より「時計台に居た事」を非常に気にしていた。そもそもなぜ立ち入り禁止なのだろうか？
９月５日
ひょんなことからある老人と知り合いになった。名はトーマス。
裏の処理場で働いている老人だ。
話してみると気のいいじいさんで、非常にチェスが好きらしく、処理場の一角の扉の鍵までチェスの形をあしらったものにしたらしい。
明日の夜、一緒にチェスをする約束をした。どれほどの腕前か楽しみだ。
ただ、皮膚病なのかしきりに身体をばりばりと掻いていたのが気にかかる。
９月９日
思っていた以上だ。自分自身チェスは強い方だと思っていたが、それが思い上がりだと知らされた。
しかしチェスの強さもさる事ながら食欲旺盛な老人だ。対戦中も腹が減ったとぼやき続けていた。ただ、言葉とは裏腹に酷く体調が悪いように見受けられたが大丈夫だろうか？
９月１２日
チェスを楽しみにしていたが、トーマスの身体の具合が悪いようだったので中止になった。残念だ。
彼の方から訪ねて来てくれたのだが、土気色の顔をしてまるで死人のようだったのであわてて帰したのだ。何とも無いと言っていたが、きっと無理をしていたのだろう。
そういえば俺も今日は調子が悪い。
８月１１日
久しぶりに青空を仰ぐ事が出来たが、気分は良くない。
仕事をさぼって立ち入り禁止になっている３Ｆの時計台に居た事がばれてお咎めをくらったからだ。しかも署長直々に。
しかしどうも腑に落ちない点がある。
署長は、仕事をさぼっていた事より「時計台に居た事」を非常に気にしていた。そもそもなぜ立ち入り禁止なのだろうか？
９月５日
ひょんなことからある老人と知り合いになった。名はトーマス。
裏の処理場で働いている老人だ。
話してみると気のいいじいさんで、非常にチェスが好きらしく、処理場の一角の扉の鍵までチェスの形をあしらったものにしたらしい。
明日の夜、一緒にチェスをする約束をした。どれほどの腕前か楽しみだ。
ただ、皮膚病なのかしきりに身体をばりばりと掻いていたのが気にかかる。
９月９日
思っていた以上だ。自分自身チェスは強い方だと思っていたが、それが思い上がりだと知らされた。
しかしチェスの強さもさる事ながら食欲旺盛な老人だ。対戦中も腹が減ったとぼやき続けていた。ただ、言葉とは裏腹に酷く体調が悪いように見受けられたが大丈夫だろうか？
９月１２日
チェスを楽しみにしていたが、トーマスの身体の具合が悪いようだったので中止になった。残念だ。
彼の方から訪ねて来てくれたのだが、土気色の顔をしてまるで死人のようだったのであわてて帰したのだ。何とも無いと言っていたが、きっと無理をしていたのだろう。
そういえば俺も今日は調子が悪い。
Official English Transcript
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WATCHMAN'S DIARY
August 11th
I finally had the chance to see blue skies for the first time in ages, but it did little to lift my spirits. I was reprimanded by the chief for neglecting my duties while I was up on the clock tower. There's only one thing I still don't understand: the chief seemed to be more concerned about the fact that I was up on the tower rather than that I was neglecting my duties. Why was access to the tower prohibited in the first place anyway?
September 5th
I recently talked to the old man who works in the scrap yard out back. His name is Thomas. He's a quiet man and really seems to enjoy chess. He even went so far as to design a special key and lock engraved with chess pieces on them for one of the doors in the disposal yard. We made plans to play chess tomorrow night. I can't help but wonder how good he is. One thing that's been bothering me about him is the way that he's always scratching himself... Does he have some sort of skin disease or he is just rude?
September 9th
Thomas was a much better player than I has imagined. I used to think of myself as a fairly decent player, but he did a pretty good job of humbling me. About the only thing I imagine that could match his skills in chess is his appetite. All the guy did was talk about food throughout the entire game. He sounded fairly healthy, but he didn't look quite right... I wonder if he's okay.
September 12th
I was supposed to play another game of chess with Thomas, but we had to cancel because he hasn't been feeling too well. He stopped by to see me, but I told him to go back and rest since he literally looked like the walking dead. He insisted he was just fine, but I could tell he was really having problems. Come to think of it, I haven't been feeling too good myself lately...
WATCHMAN'S DIARY
August 11th
I finally had the chance to see blue skies for the first time in ages, but it did little to lift my spirits. I was reprimanded by the chief for neglecting my duties while I was up on the clock tower. There's only one thing I still don't understand: the chief seemed to be more concerned about the fact that I was up on the tower rather than that I was neglecting my duties. Why was access to the tower prohibited in the first place anyway?
September 5th
I recently talked to the old man who works in the scrap yard out back. His name is Thomas. He's a quiet man and really seems to enjoy chess. He even went so far as to design a special key and lock engraved with chess pieces on them for one of the doors in the disposal yard. We made plans to play chess tomorrow night. I can't help but wonder how good he is. One thing that's been bothering me about him is the way that he's always scratching himself... Does he have some sort of skin disease or he is just rude?
September 9th
Thomas was a much better player than I has imagined. I used to think of myself as a fairly decent player, but he did a pretty good job of humbling me. About the only thing I imagine that could match his skills in chess is his appetite. All the guy did was talk about food throughout the entire game. He sounded fairly healthy, but he didn't look quite right... I wonder if he's okay.
September 12th
I was supposed to play another game of chess with Thomas, but we had to cancel because he hasn't been feeling too well. He stopped by to see me, but I told him to go back and rest since he literally looked like the walking dead. He insisted he was just fine, but I could tell he was really having problems. Come to think of it, I haven't been feeling too good myself lately...