Бойцовский клуб
Chapter 28
Everythingyouevercreatewillbethrownaway.
Everythingyou’reproudofwillendupastrash.
IamOzymandias,kingofkings.
Onemorepunchandmyteethclickshutonmytongue. Halfofmytonguedropstothefloorandgetskickedaway.
ThelittlefigurineofMrs.PatrickMaddenkneltonthefloornexttothebodyofherhusband, therichpeople,thepeopletheycalledfriends, toweringdrunkaroundherandlaughing.
Thewife,shesaid, "Patrick?"
Thepoolofbloodspreadingwiderandwideruntilittouchesherskirt.
Shesays, "Patrick,that’senough,stopbeingdead."
Thebloodclimbsthehemofherskirt,capillaryaction, threadtothread,climbingherskirt.
AroundmethemenofProjectMayhemarescreaming.
ThenMrs.PatrickMaddenisscreaming.
AndinthebasementoftheArmoryBar,TylerDurdenslipstothefloorinawarmjumble. TylerDurdenthegreat,whowasperfectforonemoment, andwhosaidthatamomentisthemostyoucouldeverexpectfromperfection.
AndthefightgoesonandonbecauseIwanttobedead. Becauseonlyindeathdowehavenames. OnlyindeatharewenolongerpartofProjectMayhem.
