Бойцовский клуб

           Firstyouhavetohitbottom. 

           You’reonaplatforminacastleinIrelandwithbottomlessdarknessallaroundtheedgeoftheplatform,andaheadofyou,acrossanarm’slengthofdarkness,isarockwall. 

           "Rain,"Tylersays,"fellontheburntpyreyearafteryear,andyearafteryear,peoplewereburned,andtherainseepedthroughthewoodashestobecomeasolutionoflye, andthelyecombinedwiththemeltedfatofthesacrifices,andathickwhitedischargeofsoapcreptoutfromthebaseofthealtarandcreptdownhilltowardtheriver." 

           AndtheIrishmenaroundyouwiththeirlittleactofrebellioninthedarkness,theywalktotheedgeoftheplatform,andstandattheedgeofthebottomlessdarknessandpiss. 

           Andthemensay,goahead,pissyourfancyAmericanpissrichandyellowwithtoomanyvitamins. Richandexpensiveandthrownaway. 

           "Thisisthegreatestmomentofyourlife,"Tylersays,"andyou’reoffsomewheremissingit." 

           You’reinIreland. 

           Oh,andyou’redoingit. Oh,yeah. Yes. AndyoucansmelltheammoniaandthedailyallowanceofBvitamins. 

           Wherethesoapfellintotheriver,Tylersays,afterathousandyearsofkillingpeopleandrain,theancientpeoplefoundtheirclothesgotcleaneriftheywashedatthatspot. 

           I’mpissingontheBlarneystone."