Бойцовский клуб
Chapter 16
WewereeatingbreakfastinthehouseonPaperStreet,andTylersaid, pictureyourselfplantingradishesandseedpotatoesonthefifteenthgreenofaforgottengolfcourse.
You’llhuntelkthroughthedampcanyonforestsaroundtheruinsofRockefellerCenter, anddigclamsnexttotheskeletonoftheSpaceNeedle leaningataforty-five-degreeangle. We’llpainttheskyscraperswithhugetotemfacesandgoblintikis, andeveryeveningwhat’sleftofmankindwillretreattoemptyzoos andlockitselfincagesasprotectionagainstbears andbigcatsandwolves thatpaceandwatchusfromoutsidethecagebarsatnight.
"Recyclingandspeedlimitsarebullshit,"Tylersaid. "They’relikesomeonewhoquitssmokingonhisdeathbed."
It’sProjectMayhemthat’sgoingtosavetheworld. Aculturaliceage. Aprematurelyinduceddarkage. ProjectMayhemwillforcehumanitytogodormantorintoremissionlongenoughfortheEarthtorecover.
"Youjustifyanarchy,"Tylersays."Youfigureitout."
Likefightclubdoeswithclerksandboxboys, ProjectMayhemwillbreakupcivilizationsowecan,makesomethingbetteroutoftheworld.
"Imagine,"Tylersaid,"stalkingelkpastdepartmentstorewindows andstinkingracksofbeautifulrottingdressesandtuxedosonhangers; you’llwearleatherclothesthatwilllastyoutherestofyourlife, andyou’llclimbthewristthickkudzuvinesthatwraptheSearsTower.
