Бойцовский клуб

           "Everytimewedotheselittlehomeworkassignments,"Tylersays, "thesefightclubmenwithnothingtolosearealittlemoreinvestedinProjectMayhem." 

           Tylerkneelingnexttomybedsays, "Closeyoureyesandgivemeyourhand." 

           Iclosemyeyes,andTylertakesmyhand. IfeelTyler’slipsagainstthescarofhiskiss. 

           "Isaidthatifyoutalkedaboutmebehindmyback,you’dneverseemeagain,"Tylersaid. "We’renottwoseparatemen. Longstoryshort,whenyou’reawake,youhavethecontrol, andyoucancallyourselfanythingyouwant,butthesecondyoufallasleep, Itakeover,andyoubecomeTylerDurden." 

           Butwefought,Isay.Thenightweinventedfightclub. 

           "Youweren’treallyfightingme,"Tylersays."Yousaidsoyourself. Youwerefightingeverythingyouhateinyourlife." 

           ButIcanseeyou. 

           "You’reasleep." 

           Butyou’rerentingahouse.Youheldajob.Twojobs. 

           Tylersays, "Orderyourcanceledchecksfromthebank. Irentedthehouseinyourname. Ithinkyou’llfindthehandwritingontherentchecksmatchesthenotesyou’vebeentypingforme." 

           Tyler’sbeenspendingmymoney. It’snowonderI’malwaysoverdrawn. 

           "Andthejobs,well,whydoyouthinkyou’resotired. Geez,it’snotinsomnia. Assoonasyoufallasleep,Itakeoverandgotoworkorfightcluborwhatever. You’reluckyIdidn’tgetajobasasnakehandler."