Коллекционер
Chapter 2
—Youpaintwithyourwholebeing.Firstyouleamthat.Therestisluck.
Goodsolution:Imustnotbefey.
ThismorningIdrewawholeseriesofquicksketchesofbowlsoffruit.SinceCalibanwantstogive,Idon’tcarehowmuchpaperIwaste.I"hung"themandaskedhimtochoosewhichonewasbest.Ofcoursehepickedallthosethatlookedmostlikethewretchedbowloffruit.Istartedtotrytoexplaintohim.Iwasboastingaboutoneofthesketches(theoneIlikedbest).Heannoyedme,itdidn’tmeananythingtohim,andhemadeitclearinhismiserableI’ll-take-your-word-for-itwaythathedidn’treallycare.TohimIwasjustachildamusingherself.
Blind,blind,otherworld.
Myfault.Iwasshowingoff.Howcouldheseethemagicandimportanceofart(notmyart,ofart)whenIwassovain?
Wehadanargumentafterlunch.Healwaysasksmeifhemaystay.SometimesIfeelsolonely,sosickofmyownthoughts,thatIlethim.Iwanthimtostay.That’swhatprisondoes.Andthere’sescape,escape,escape.
Theargumentwasaboutnucleardisarmament.Ihaddoubts,theotherday.Butnotnow.
DIALOGUEBETWEENMIRANDAANDCALIBAN.
M.(Iwassittingonmybed,smoking.Calibanonhisusualchairbytheirondoor,thefanwasgoingoutside)WhatdoyouthinkabouttheH-bomb?
C.Nothingmuch.
M.Youmustthinksomething.
C.Hopeitdoesn’tdroponyou.Oronme.
M.Irealizeyou’veneverlivedwithpeoplewhotakethingsseriously,anddiscussseriously.(Heputonhishurtface.)
