Бойцовский клуб
Chapter 17
Sir.
Isittrue,everybodyasks.IsTylerDurdenbuildinganarmy? That’stheword.DoesTylerDurdenonlysleeponehouranight? RumorhasitthatTyler’sontheroadstartingfightclubsalloverthecountry. What’snext,everybodywantstoknow.
ThemeetingsforProjectMayhemhavemovedtobiggerbasementsbecauseeachcommittee-Arson, Assault,Mischief,andMisinformation-getsbiggerasmoreguysgraduateoutoffightclub. Eachcommitteehasaleader,andeventheleadersdon’tknowwhereTyler’sat. Tylercallsthemeveryweekonthephone.
EverybodyonProjectMayhemwantstoknowwhat’snext.
Wherearewegoing?
Whatistheretolookforwardto?
OnPaperStreet,MarlaandIwalkthroughthegardenatnightwithourbarefeet,everystepbrushingupthesmellofsage andlemonverbenaandrosegeranium. Blackshirtsandblackpantshuncharounduswithcandles, liftingplantleavestokillasnailorslug. Marlaasks,what’sgoingonhere?
Tuftsofhairsurfacebesidethedirtclods. Hairandshit.Bonemealandbloodmeal. Theplantsaregrowingfasterthanthespacemonkeyscancutthemback.
Marlaasks, "Whatareyougoingtodo?"
What’stheword?
Inthedirtisashiningspotofgold,andIkneeldowntosee. What’sgoingtohappennext,Idon’tknow,ItellMarla.
