Бойцовский клуб
Chapter 9
Thisisthekindofguidedmeditationtheyuseatsupportgroups.
Don’teventhinkofthewordpain.
Guidedmeditationworksforcancer,itcanworkforthis.
"Lookatyourhand,"Tylersays.
Don’tlookatyourhand.
Don’tthinkofthewordsearingorfleshortissueorcharred.
Don’thearyourselfcry.
Guidedmeditation.
You’reinIreland. Closeyoureyes.
You’reinIrelandthesummerafteryouleftcollege,andyou’redrinkingatapubnearthecastlewhereeverydaybusloadsofEnglishandAmericantouristscometokisstheBlarneystone.
"Don’tshutthisout,"Tylersays. "Soapandhumansacrificegohandinhand."
Youleavethepubinastreamofmen,walkingthroughthebeadedwetcarsilenceofstreetswhereit’sjustrained. It’snight. UntilyougettotheBlarneystonecastle.
Thefloorsinthecastlearerottedaway,andyouclimbtherockstairswithblacknessgettingdeeperanddeeperoneverysidewitheverystepup. Everybodyisquietwiththeclimbandthetraditionofthislittleactofrebellion."
