Волхв

Chapter 63

           Abrokenruby-redlineateitswayacrossamountain;asalineoffireateitswaythroughme.WhatwasI?ExactlywhatConchishadhadmetold:nothingbutthenetsumofcountlesswrongturnings.Why?IdismissedmostoftheFreudianjargonofthetrial;butallmylifeIhadtriedtoturnlifeintofiction,toholdrealityaway;alwaysIhadactedasifathirdpersonwaswatchingandlisteningandgivingmemarksforgoodorbadbehavioragodlikeanovelist,towhomIturned,likeacharacterwiththepowertoplease,thesensitivitytofeelslighted,theabilitytoadapthimselftowhateverhebelievedthenovelistgodwanted.ThisleechlikevariationofthesupergoIhadcreatedmyself,fosteredmyself,andbecauseofitIhadalwaysbeenincapableofactingfreely.Itwasnotmydefense;butmydespot.AndnowIsawit,Isawitadeathtoolate.Isatbytheshoreandwaitedforthedawntoriseonthegraysea.Intolerablyalone.

Настройки
Фон страницы
Размер шрифта
Межстрочный интервал
Фразовые глаголы
Показать / Скрыть меню
Шрифт
Roboto Lora
Уведомления
Страница 669 из 822